The Doppelganger
<Enough about Master Noble!> Kai exclaimed, making a cutting motion with his hand. He was beyond frustrated at this point. <Don’t try to help me, or fix me—just show me that you care! That you aren’t just trying to foist me onto someone else!>
He turned away from her, reaching for the comfort of the carved wooden chest, trying to recover some semblance of control over his emotions.
<This isn’t just about wanting to date you. Don’t you understand?>
He wasn’t even sure if he understood himself. Only that he wanted something real. Not the Jedi equivalent of shuffling off to a guidance counselor’s office to talk about his problems, not the transitory high brought on by drugs or sex or rock ‘n roll, for that matter. Maybe he just wanted her to hold him. Something that simple, yet out of his sphere.
His head dropped down to the table, his face hidden by his folded arms. <A little kindness. A little comfort…>
The fact that he had to ask, had been reduced to begging even, only made it worse.
He turned away from her, reaching for the comfort of the carved wooden chest, trying to recover some semblance of control over his emotions.
<This isn’t just about wanting to date you. Don’t you understand?>
He wasn’t even sure if he understood himself. Only that he wanted something real. Not the Jedi equivalent of shuffling off to a guidance counselor’s office to talk about his problems, not the transitory high brought on by drugs or sex or rock ‘n roll, for that matter. Maybe he just wanted her to hold him. Something that simple, yet out of his sphere.
His head dropped down to the table, his face hidden by his folded arms. <A little kindness. A little comfort…>
The fact that he had to ask, had been reduced to begging even, only made it worse.