[ Ouch, his feelings. Even with whatever is going on— Antonio is so nice. So empathetic. His Gift with animals never surprised Camilo for that reason — he's always been a softhearted kid. And knowing that at least that much, that deep truth about his personality, hasn't been corrupted, by whatever is going on, is just as reassuring as it is painful. Camilo's a great actor, but— even he has his limits. ]
...I don't, either.
[ He doesn't take his hand from his shoulder yet, staying crouched down to be eye level with him, though he lets his own gaze drift away again, too. It's a candid admission, but— what more can be said to any of this...? He lets a pregnant pause settle for a moment, fumbling for words inside, grasping at straws. ]
Um— ...do you— Uh. ...Are you hungry...?
[ A rather strange question to follow all this up with...? Though not as strange as everything that came before it, so, well, why should the strangeness end. ]
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...I don't, either.
[ He doesn't take his hand from his shoulder yet, staying crouched down to be eye level with him, though he lets his own gaze drift away again, too. It's a candid admission, but— what more can be said to any of this...? He lets a pregnant pause settle for a moment, fumbling for words inside, grasping at straws. ]
Um— ...do you— Uh. ...Are you hungry...?
[ A rather strange question to follow all this up with...? Though not as strange as everything that came before it, so, well, why should the strangeness end. ]