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Open: A Kindness to soothe the hurts

Cole is what he is because of what he does and so what he does is try and help.

He doesn't understand electricity, or computers, or what 'genes' are. He can't cook because he doesn't eat and he barely recognises the robots as existing because they lack the thing that makes him realise they're real.

So he lets himself sit, quiet and open and he listens for the hurts he can help. The things that need soothing and the emotional wounds that fester and need lancing and the aches that just need airing to begin healing.

And when he hears it, he follows.

OOC: (Cole is a spirit of Compassion and has an instinctively understanding of what is troubling people and what might help them recover. This can be as simple as listening to someone talk, or as complex as setting up a situation that would allow them to relax and forget about it for a while.

If your muse needs (or wants) some kindness, leave a top level and Cole will come to help.)

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"Well, the offer's still there, regardless. I mean, even if it's as simple as wanting to just hang out and chat, that totally counts too."

Because Peter has decided that they are totally friends now. He's just gonna start collecting friends like Pokemon.

Almost as an afterthought, Peter holds a hand out to Cole to shake, if he's the hand shaking type. "Nice to meet you, by the way. You said your name was... Cole?"

He'd said a lot of stuff, but Peter's pretty sure he'd heard that part right.

Cole looks at the offered hand, up to Peter and then extends his hand slowly.

He's thin. Painfully thin. His skin is almost translucent in places, the nails grubby and broken, the fingers themselves calloused, but surprisingly strong as he grasps Peter's hand.

He doesn't shake. But he clasps, more like a medieval style greeting. "Yes. Cole. And you're Peter."

Y'know what Peter can roll with this almost-hand shake. He's not so sure he wants to try shaking such a frail looking dude anyway, but hey. Good grip!

"Yeah! I mean, I think you pulled that out of my head yourself, but yeah."

"Yes, I did." He lets go again and picks at the greying wraps again. They're almost as much threads as cloth by now.

Now that Peter feels a little better, has had the spiral of self doubt and hurt interrupted, Cole isn't sure what to do. He could just fade away, but it seems... rude.

It's that awkward part of the conversation when neither party is sure where to go next so they sit in silence for a minute. Peter is used to it, most of his conversations go like this.

"W-well, uh. If you have other stuff to do, don't let me keep you. Or, y'know, hang around and grab a book? There's some pretty weird stuff in here. Interesting, but weird."

"I don't. No one else needs me right now. I could go back to my storage cupboard, but I usually do that at night." When no one will need him for a few hours.

"I don't need a book. Why would I grab one?"

I mean that's weird bro. That's super weird. Storage cupboard, really?

"Books for uh, entertainment? Like, of you get bored? So- wait, do you not have a room?"

"Like Varric's stories." Varric's books, but he didn't like handling them, he prefered to listen to someone read. Like Cassandra, or Varric himself. "I don't know if I get bored. I have a storage cupboard I store myself in when there's nothing needs doing."

[I mean Peter has no idea who Varric is, so suuuuure?]

...Okay, um. That doesn't sound very comfortable, y'know? There are plenty of rooms open, why don't you move into one of those?

"I don't need a room. I don't sleep, so I don't need a bed. I don't own anything so I don't need to store anything!" He's quite proud of his logic.

YEAH that sure is some kinda logic, bro. But hey, Peter can roll with that. Like hey man, you do you.

"Hey, fair enough. If that's working for you, then more power to you."

Man though, not needing sleep would be like, the best super power.

"I don't sleep because I'm not a mortal person. But sleeping is part of self care for you. Your body needs sleep and you deserve to have the things you need."

Cole isn't comfortable talking about himself for long.

Oh God he's doing the not-quite-mind reading thing again. Peter will never have secrets again!!

"Ah... I mean, yeah, I need sleep? I just have a hard time gettin' to sleep sometimes."

"Yes. Lots of people at Skyhold had trouble going to sleep. Racing thoughts, shadows in shadows, is that an armoured footfall outside, where will we get enough elfroot to keep them all alive, the caravans are running late, the delegation is due tomorrow and the rooms haven't even been finished, let alone cleaned, the demons keep pouring through the rifts, why me, why is this-?"

He cuts off, shaking his head and pressing his hands to his eyes. "It was very loud sometimes. The Fleet was quieter, but that was because of all the space."

Peter can't relate with demons or delegations, but racing thoughts? Oooh yeah, he understands that way too well. Are the shields holding? Are there any radiation leaks anywhere that he hasn't found yet? Is anyone getting eaten by mutant space lizards right now? Did Kabal's stupid ass actually go to the Medbay like he said he would? There's almost always something on Peter's mind, and more often than not it's enough to get him out of bed to go take care of right now since he can't sleep anyway. It's exhausting, bro.

"Would you say it's loud here?"

"No. There's not enough people for it to be very loud. The Anchor is loud sometimes, during the Red Shift it screams and slices, but it's usually fairly quiet." He rocks back and forth a bit, thinking.

"There's other people with experience fighting and defending and looking after people. It's not all on you. If Kabal doesn't go to Medbay, that's on him, not you. He can make his own choices, even if you don't agree with them."

"The whole... screaming and slicing thing actually sounds really unpleasant."

Oh God he did it again. Stop thinking! Stop feeling!! Dammit, can't stop thinking, too much brain. Just think about something totally innocent. Like kittens! Peter's kitten is great, it doubles as a night light and tries to chew on his hair when he's trying to sleep. Poison's cats are starting to get along with it better, which is good! Sometimes they like to clump together in a cat pile and take naps in Poison's lap and she looks adorable covered in cats- DON'T THINK ABOUT POISON, PETER.

"Let's- let's talk more about the horrible screaming and slicing, that sounds- horrible, actually. We shouldn't do that at all."

Cole watches Peter, as his thoughts tumble over kittens, soft things to try and ignore the sharp edges in his mind and Poison... Hm. Interesting. He supposes.

"If she makes you happy, there's nothing wrong with that."

"I didn't say that! I-I didn't say anything actually, but... I mean, okay, I wouldn't not say that- I mean, she- it's... it's complicated."

Its not complicated at all, he just has a bad case of the doki's and he doesn't know what to do about it. He's trying very hard to think about kittens again but it's JUST not working, man.

"Why is it complicated?" The question is asked in total innocence.

See now Peter's brain goes completely blank because he has no idea???? He over complicates everything and just confuses himself, because he's Peter Parker.

"I uh. It- it's just... Maybe- maybe it's not complicated? I dunno, man, it's... I dunno."

That was not even a tiny bit helpful, was it. SORRY DUDE.

"If you like her, don't waste your time. You might have years. You might have hours. You don't want more regrets." Rhys and Evangeline had nearly lost their time. Wynne had lost her son forever.

"...I have never felt more called out than I do in this moment." Which, considering how many times he's been called out since arriving here, is a big deal.

"I mean, you're not wrong, I just... Don't know what to do, I guess."

And he's probably not about to ask the guy that lives in a cupboard for dating advice.

"You tell her what she means to you. People don't know what they mean unless you tell them. They need to hear the outside say what the inside is already saying."

He reaches out, one finger pointing at Peter's heart. "You already know what you feel. You just have to be brave enough to let that show on the outside as well as the inside. And you are brave, braver than you know. The fear of not knowing is worse than anything else."

Oh man Cole is so right but Peter's terrified that he's gonna fuck it up somehow. He has this amazing ability to just over complicate the simplest things. Like telling a girl he likes her. Simple! Unless your name is Peter Parker.

"What- what if she's not... like, what if she doesn't feel the same way, though? I don't wanna make things weird, y'know?"

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