Ossie could have reacted to this shit in so many ways. He could have been annoyed, he could have been impatient, he could have stepped back from the interaction and rejoined it whenever Arthur was ready to be fun as promised. Instead he's helping, acting like Arthur is worth his time and attention and energy even when Arthur has little to offer in return.
And he's seen that in people, he believes in it, he's done his own poor imitation of it. But it's always a little overwhelming to have it pointed at him.
This is probably how religious people feel whenever they see Jesus in a piece of toast.
Arthur lifts his right hand towards Ossie, fingers open, a clear gesture to take it. But he can't stop and focus on it. He can't stop telling this story for long, or else he won't start again. He goes on rapidly, muttering.
"A god who was trying to enter my world. He- it's a very long story, but he ended up dragging me into his instead. Couldn't bring me to heel, so he decided I would be softer i-if I was hungry. So he made-- he made sure I was hungry. Thirsty. Scattered. And every so often I think that I am once again healthy, before I remember that I was never so tired, and that my face never got such reactions."
And that's the shallow end of it. That's only what's immediately relevant.
"You understand." He's not begging, mind. But it's a faintly desperate question.
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Date: 2023-10-30 12:47 pm (UTC)And he's seen that in people, he believes in it, he's done his own poor imitation of it. But it's always a little overwhelming to have it pointed at him.
This is probably how religious people feel whenever they see Jesus in a piece of toast.
Arthur lifts his right hand towards Ossie, fingers open, a clear gesture to take it. But he can't stop and focus on it. He can't stop telling this story for long, or else he won't start again. He goes on rapidly, muttering.
"A god who was trying to enter my world. He- it's a very long story, but he ended up dragging me into his instead. Couldn't bring me to heel, so he decided I would be softer i-if I was hungry. So he made-- he made sure I was hungry. Thirsty. Scattered. And every so often I think that I am once again healthy, before I remember that I was never so tired, and that my face never got such reactions."
And that's the shallow end of it. That's only what's immediately relevant.
"You understand." He's not begging, mind. But it's a faintly desperate question.