Post by Gaen on Jan 27, 2016 22:13:40 GMT
Now, even being the socially inept individual that Gaen was, he could tell that ‘I’m alright’ was a little bit of an embellishment. He may not have been that great at detecting sarcasm, or understanding a joke, but he could see symptoms very easily. The sound of grinding teeth and a rigid posture were both telltale signs of high stress, shakes and tense muscles were indicative of coming down from an adrenaline high. His friend was probably the furthest thing from alright that a man could get and still keep breathing. When they stopped, Akatsuki looking at his hands, Gaen knew for certain that even the masked man couldn’t keep up the appearances of being alright after what he had just done. He was a soldier, a fighter, a man for whom emotions and concern would likely feel more akin to a heavy burden than a means for release. It was seen as a weakness to talk about your pain, as if admitting that you could hurt was some taboo, that the world would see you as something lesser.
It’s just my opinion, but I think it takes a really, truly strong person to talk about their pain. Gaen said, hoping his friend would share this thought, if even for a moment or two. I mean, what are friends for if you can’t rely on them for a sympathetic ear? He asked, perhaps being a bit presumptuous that Akatsuki considered Gaen to be a friend.
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It’s just my opinion, but I think it takes a really, truly strong person to talk about their pain. Gaen said, hoping his friend would share this thought, if even for a moment or two. I mean, what are friends for if you can’t rely on them for a sympathetic ear? He asked, perhaps being a bit presumptuous that Akatsuki considered Gaen to be a friend.
