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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Caustic's home reminds Ivan of his own space. His eyes tear up and he stubbornly blinks them away. Well, former space. He did not have a lot of possessions either. The young cat is hesitant as Caustic invites him in, and quickly steps through the doorway, calming down his ruffled hackles.
"It's fine." Responded Ivan as his ears aligned forward and raised his nose.
He realizes that Caustic does not exactly treat him as a child. Nobody should really care for the opinions of a child, they were usually fickle and unsubstantial. Ivan used to think he was above that, but now he just felt scared and alone. Or maybe the doctor just always treats everyone like this. He doesn't know. And at this point, he doesn't care.
Then the apology about his family, and Ivan fights valiantly against the rising surge of emotion welling up in his chest. Who knew grief could be so exhausting? He felt physically drained every time his mother was mentioned. It was like he wanted to cry, but just could not find the strength to do so.
"It's fine," He usually doesn't like repeating himself, but he doesn't even notice that he did. "but I ... I don't want to talk about it." He shook himself and gave him a moment to recollect. He felt a little better with Caustic. "I wanted to see how you were doing after the explosion. What ... What happened?" 'You seemed awfully distraught,' But he kept that for himself.
"It's fine." Responded Ivan as his ears aligned forward and raised his nose.
He realizes that Caustic does not exactly treat him as a child. Nobody should really care for the opinions of a child, they were usually fickle and unsubstantial. Ivan used to think he was above that, but now he just felt scared and alone. Or maybe the doctor just always treats everyone like this. He doesn't know. And at this point, he doesn't care.
Then the apology about his family, and Ivan fights valiantly against the rising surge of emotion welling up in his chest. Who knew grief could be so exhausting? He felt physically drained every time his mother was mentioned. It was like he wanted to cry, but just could not find the strength to do so.
"It's fine," He usually doesn't like repeating himself, but he doesn't even notice that he did. "but I ... I don't want to talk about it." He shook himself and gave him a moment to recollect. He felt a little better with Caustic. "I wanted to see how you were doing after the explosion. What ... What happened?" 'You seemed awfully distraught,' But he kept that for himself.