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We can communicate in our own way

ways to show affection

When it comes to the way affection is shown, everyone has a different way they go about it. That means that there's a pretty good chance, with regards to couples, you could end up with two people who have two varying approaches towards how they prove they care...sometimes radically varying, which can lead to more than a little confusion or hurt feelings if there's not proper communication. But when both people are on the same page, they can tell each other how they feel with few words.

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☆ WORDS: Sweet affirmations, pet names, even
☆ CUDDLES: Hugs, nuzzles, the works.
☆ KISSING: On the check or on the lips.
☆ KINDNESS: Always there for them.
☆ PROVIDING: Providing care, providing protection, providing financially.
☆ GENTLE...ER: Your only weak spot.
☆ MEANNESS: Straight up tsundere.
☆ GIFTS: All the pretty things.
☆ ACTIONS: Visits, taking care of their problems, taking them out, and more.
☆ SUBTLE: A distant sort of affection, but they know.
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[He doesn't respond to what she says, staying thoughtful for some more time. Though he keeps absently petting her with his fingers.

He remembers trying to reach out to her, soothe her with his mind. Probably a normal instinct, he supposes. For someone to have with a person they care about.

The thing is though, could it have...actually worked? Done something?]

You're quiet. I don't like it when you're quiet. It means you're thinking too hard.

I was just wondering something. That's all.

[Evasive for a moment, not sure if he wants to tell her what he's thinking. Maybe it was a coincidence.]

Feel like filling me in? I'm the curious type. I like to wonder. We can wonder together.

I was trying to...do something, I think. Before you fell asleep. I don't know, mentally nudge at you. Send you positive vibes?

[His smile is strained, awkward.]

It sounds mad, I know. But considering what else I seen to be capable of, I don't know. Maybe it could've actually done something?

[She propped herself up on her elbow to look down at him with incredulity before laughing.]

Oh my god. Did you seriously give me a fucking Care Bear Stare?

[She fell on top of him, laughing harder still.]

Shaw Bear.

[Now she was giggling.]

[Her laughter has him bemused, to say the least. Here he thought she might be upset because regardless of intention what he did was not dissimilar to planting a thought in her head.

There's also the little fact that he has no clue what she's talking about. Care Bears was not a cartoon in little Owen Shaw's morning repertoire.]

I gave you a what?

Oh my god, seriously? Care Bears. They were this annoying thing out here. Stupid fluffy bears that went around shooting bolts of gooey feelings out of the tattoos on their stomachs to make people care.

[She sent him a mental image of what she remembered of them, complete with Grumpy Bear, which would be more Owen's style.]

That sounds -- horrible. And they tried to make this seem like a good thing? Why would anyone want that?

It's for kids, you Grinch. Kids apparently like teddy bears with glowing bellies.

[She reached out and poked his.]

Shaw Bear.

I didn't when I was a kid. [He glances down at her poking his stomach.] It's not going to light up no matter what you do to it. I can guarantee that.

No? Well... I wonder if I can get something else to light up...

[She waggled her brows at him, fingers walking down his stomach to his pj bottoms.]

[It's tempting to just let her play. To give into it, and relax. He fights off a smile, head leaning back. But he can't avoid that still nagging thought.

Damn. Maybe she is right. He thinks too much.]

Wait. No, Jessica...wait. [He catches her hand, trying to tug it back up again.] I'm serious, though. About what I did. Or might have done. I want to figure this out.

[She huffs out a sigh, rolling her eyes but letting him tug her hand back up.]

What's there to figure out?

Think. It used to be that I could pick up on other people's thoughts, and some of their feelings. And accidentally let them hear and feel my own. When I was stressed, when I wasn't...clear-headed enough. So that's all, I dunno, passive. It's not the same like actually doing something to effect someone. I've been basically thinking of my power as useless, like a disability I need to work around. Just to be able to function.

But if I can send certain things out intentionally? That's different. I haven't been able to do that before.

You're sending thoughts out, Shaw. What's the big leap from sending thoughts to sending feelings, especially if you're picking those up as well. I'm pretty sure you've been using that... extra whatever when we get all naked and sweaty. Feedback orgasms are kind of... yeah. Not exactly normal.

Fine. Okay. You make a good point. [He pauses, jaw working as he tries to put what's going on in there into words.] But what that's got me wondering then, I guess, is...what's next? Right now I can only hear thoughts at a surface level. What someone is actually thinking. Like picking it up in a sieve. If I tried would I be able to...go deeper? Fish for other information?

[She gave him a considering look, brows furrowing.]

Is that what you want to do? I thought you hated it. Voices in your head that aren't yours...

I don't...augh. [He sits up, rubbing his hands to his temples for a moment.] Of course. If it were up to me, I'd rather be normal. I'd rather not hear anything at all. But if I'm going to have this, then I want to know what my limits are. Because if I don't, then it might be dangerous. I'll never understand it if I don't have all the information.

Okay. Okay, calm down. I'm just trying to figure out where you want to go with this. You've been trying to ignore it since you got it, other than working with Hetta to get it under control, I'm just... a little surprised at the one-eighty.

Ignoring it's not working. It isn't going away.

[He shrugs, feeling at a momentary loss for words with her.]

I can repress it as much as I like but that doesn't change anything. What's worse is I'm getting used to having conversations with people inside of my head. I need to start moving about more, testing my limits. And that means being prepared for what might happen.

No, Owen, it's not going away.

[She reached up, grabbing his shoulder to try to tug him back down to the bed.]

This is your life now. And yeah, you're right, you probably do need to get out more. But baby steps. I don't want you like you were that first night. Unable to go near public places. Or after it... changed that first time.

What, you think if I push too hard I'm going to break me?

Yeah, I do.

[Hey, at least she was honest.]

[He takes a pause, and presses the back of his hand to her cheek.]

Hey. It's not going to happen. I wouldn't do that to you.

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