[North isn't used to being looked after. He's always been the one doing the looking after. He doesn't want to worry Carolina and York; they have their own problems to be concerned about.
He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't even really know what happened, how they got in his room - or how Rascal got out for that matter, if he did. So he's more comfortable when the conversation turns off of him and to his pokemon. He looks down at the little baby pokemon still curled up against his chest and sighs heavily.
He doesn't answer. He feels like a mess, and worse than that, a mess who's spreading his shit to the people around him. He shouldn't need babysat, he should never have made Rascal cry. He feels guilty and tired and ashamed, and it hurts. But all he can do is try to console the poor, scared little guy huddled against his chest, and try to put his friends at ease.]
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He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't even really know what happened, how they got in his room - or how Rascal got out for that matter, if he did. So he's more comfortable when the conversation turns off of him and to his pokemon. He looks down at the little baby pokemon still curled up against his chest and sighs heavily.
He doesn't answer. He feels like a mess, and worse than that, a mess who's spreading his shit to the people around him. He shouldn't need babysat, he should never have made Rascal cry. He feels guilty and tired and ashamed, and it hurts. But all he can do is try to console the poor, scared little guy huddled against his chest, and try to put his friends at ease.]
...You're okay, buddy. It's okay, I've got you.
[Priiii...]