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Why is he crying?
- One of Lyney's worst fears is failing a task. "Whenever I fail, it's like the spotlight burns a thousand times brighter. It burns just to feel it on my skin.. it's blinding and painful— knowing that I just let hundreds, if not thousands, down with a single slip-up."
- He cannot handle change for the life of him. If something small changes, he'll have frequent panic attacks over it. ( Loss of appetite, frequently jumpy, feeling gutted, often feeling like he's about to cry but can't, profuse sweating, unexplainable fear, fear of death, shortness of breath, etc. )
- Lynette. THAT quest, if you know, you know.
- His childhood was taken far too early. Now, all he knows is perfectionism.
What is it like when Lyney cries?
- It's a very powerful thing to witness. Just a raw display of emotion, tears pouring, chin wrinkling, knees buckled, screams deafening the room— and so on.
- Lynette is the first to know. She may show zero emotion, but that does not stop her from feeling protective of her sibling. She's not outstanding at comforting, but at least she'll listen.
- His voice breaks and cracks when he's about to break. It adds a kind of rawness to his words that impacts so much, even if the quote itself is nonsense of emotion.
- Every little thing that he does is pathetic. It would break a kind person's heart to see his mannerisms switch from showtime to.. that.
What comforts him?
- Lynette and Freminet.
- Words of affirmation.
- He's not very contented when being held while he's in hysterics. He'd much rather be free to lay back and wait it out.
- The cold, surprisingly.
- Water. He loves it.
- Sunsets.
- Tea / hot chocolate. With extra marshmallows for him, none for Lynette, and the tiny ones for Freminet.
What makes it worse?
- Being held. "It's like being trapped.. caged to someone with no means of escape while eyes watch. It's too familiar, I-I'd rather not talk about it anymore."
- Being watched. He hates it.
- Crowded spaces.
- Silence.
- Journaling how he feels. He can't write fast enough for his thoughts, resulting in him growing far too frustrated to finish.
How would he approach you?
- Should he finally need you, that is beyond his breaking point.
- His mischievous smirk is gone. The happiness that is always on his face is no longer.
- He didn't approach you at all, instead, he just crumbled in front of you the moment he laid eyes upon you. He placed his hands on your legs, hiding his face in your knees. Begging, pleading, sobbing— you understood none of it.
- To you kind souls, you bent down and offered him your hand to hold. Of course, his palm was sweaty. You smiled at him, finding it rather cute.
- You know he hates being watched, so you closed your eyes. You simply listened.
- Finally, he snapped so badly, he began to hold onto you. His face was buried in your chest, using your shirt as a place to dry his eyes. You held onto his forearms as he wrapped his arms around your neck, refusing to cage him, yet offering support.
You made a cup of hot chocolate for him, Lynette, yourself, and Freminet(who was invited later. All four sat down in a quiet area after changing into something more comfortable. It was very soothing— so much so that Lyney fell asleep on your shoulder while you resumed chatting with Freminet. Lynette was too absorbed in her hot coco.
