[Genji listens in silence to the dog's - to Jesse's - story. It's terrible to think about. At least Genji's owner had loved him through and through. She had raised him, taken care of him, loved him, and the day he'd been attacked she had been nothing but tears as far as Genji's hazy memory of the event could recall. Then it seemed like she'd been replaced with the awful mob boss who'd bought him in the space of a blink, though it had been much longer than that, between the sedatives and the surgery. He hasn't thought of her much lately, finding it painful to remember what he's lost. Maybe he should cling to her memory a little harder if he's this thrown off by simple acts of kindness.
It feels awful that he's forgotten that kind of thing. That he was so deeply entrenched in a dark world where nothing ever came without a price that he's still baffled and wary about this help and the price he'll have to pay for it.
The brief silence that follows in the wake of Jesse's offer of the hot chocolate likely says enough. Genji does want some, but whether he wants it doesn't matter or not. He is absolutely not going to dare removing his faceplate in front of a pet he's just met. That, at least, has nothing to do with wariness and everything to do with not wanting to expose his damage to another, to show them exactly why he's covered head to toe. He's hardly going to inflict that on someone else.]
I will be fine. My suit will keep me warm.
[He really doesn't even need this... cloak? - but Genji is going to be hard-pressed to part with it at this point. It means more than warmth now. It's the first act of kindness he's been given without anything being asked for in turn. It's a reminder that outside of the walls of the mansion he was caged in, there are kinder people. He'll return it, of course. Eventually. But he's more than content to hold onto it as long as the dog is willing to suffer being parted from it.
Genji is hesitant on giving his name, but after a few seconds he realizes how foolish it is. It's not as though his name will give away anything that isn't already known at this point. If Jesse wanted to turn him back over to his owner, he could have done it and washed his hands of this mess already.]
Genji. And... [A pause. Then, softly, but genuinely:] Thank you. For helping me.
[Genji still isn't entirely certain how any of this will pan out, but it's good to have someone on his side at all. He's nervous about it, but the warmth of simple concern and protection are quickly burrowing into him.]
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It feels awful that he's forgotten that kind of thing. That he was so deeply entrenched in a dark world where nothing ever came without a price that he's still baffled and wary about this help and the price he'll have to pay for it.
The brief silence that follows in the wake of Jesse's offer of the hot chocolate likely says enough. Genji does want some, but whether he wants it doesn't matter or not. He is absolutely not going to dare removing his faceplate in front of a pet he's just met. That, at least, has nothing to do with wariness and everything to do with not wanting to expose his damage to another, to show them exactly why he's covered head to toe. He's hardly going to inflict that on someone else.]
I will be fine. My suit will keep me warm.
[He really doesn't even need this... cloak? - but Genji is going to be hard-pressed to part with it at this point. It means more than warmth now. It's the first act of kindness he's been given without anything being asked for in turn. It's a reminder that outside of the walls of the mansion he was caged in, there are kinder people. He'll return it, of course. Eventually. But he's more than content to hold onto it as long as the dog is willing to suffer being parted from it.
Genji is hesitant on giving his name, but after a few seconds he realizes how foolish it is. It's not as though his name will give away anything that isn't already known at this point. If Jesse wanted to turn him back over to his owner, he could have done it and washed his hands of this mess already.]
Genji. And... [A pause. Then, softly, but genuinely:] Thank you. For helping me.
[Genji still isn't entirely certain how any of this will pan out, but it's good to have someone on his side at all. He's nervous about it, but the warmth of simple concern and protection are quickly burrowing into him.]