Don't worry, it's not as though I barred the door behind you, [ Kim says wryly, guiding Aragaki down to sit on the couch. The apartment itself is relatively untouched from when Kim had arrived here, but being that it was already fully furnished, it's a cozy space, a haven away from the eerie emptiness of the City that awaits them outdoors. ]
Sit. I'll be right back.
[ Kim retreats into the nook of a kitchen, placing a hand over the kettle sitting on his stovetop, nodding in satisfaction as he realizes it's still warm from the tea he'd been drinking before he'd set out into the City. He lets it heat back up as he rifles through his cupboard for this and that. He's never been the best at dealing with others' panic attacks, admittedly, but you don't persevere in his line of work for as long as he has without having to deal with them time and time again. A drink, something to eat, a warm blanket, a gentle voice: without the same gift for people as some of his peers, it's all he is able to provide. It's generally the least that he can provide, considering he leaves people behind, bereft of what the world had looked like before tragedy, never to look back.
When he re-emerges from the kitchen, it's with a hot cup of tea - decaf, some sort of herbal tea he'd picked up from the store - and a packet of saltines and a packaged chocolate bar. Heat, sugar, calories. That's the cure. ]
Here. You don't have to eat, but you should at least drink.
[ It'll calm the kid down, having to slowly sip at the hot drink, focusing on the warmth underneath his fingers instead of the storm inside his head. He refilled his own cup, more so that he'd have something to hold as well than anything else, and sits directly across from Aragaki, legs crossed. He gives the kid some time to recover, content for the moment to sit in silence.
He'll ask what happened soon -- and still, the question is heavy in the air, his own curiosity a given. But he doesn't want to send him spiraling down again. He needs a second to breathe. ]
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Sit. I'll be right back.
[ Kim retreats into the nook of a kitchen, placing a hand over the kettle sitting on his stovetop, nodding in satisfaction as he realizes it's still warm from the tea he'd been drinking before he'd set out into the City. He lets it heat back up as he rifles through his cupboard for this and that. He's never been the best at dealing with others' panic attacks, admittedly, but you don't persevere in his line of work for as long as he has without having to deal with them time and time again. A drink, something to eat, a warm blanket, a gentle voice: without the same gift for people as some of his peers, it's all he is able to provide. It's generally the least that he can provide, considering he leaves people behind, bereft of what the world had looked like before tragedy, never to look back.
When he re-emerges from the kitchen, it's with a hot cup of tea - decaf, some sort of herbal tea he'd picked up from the store - and a packet of saltines and a packaged chocolate bar. Heat, sugar, calories. That's the cure. ]
Here. You don't have to eat, but you should at least drink.
[ It'll calm the kid down, having to slowly sip at the hot drink, focusing on the warmth underneath his fingers instead of the storm inside his head. He refilled his own cup, more so that he'd have something to hold as well than anything else, and sits directly across from Aragaki, legs crossed. He gives the kid some time to recover, content for the moment to sit in silence.
He'll ask what happened soon -- and still, the question is heavy in the air, his own curiosity a given. But he doesn't want to send him spiraling down again. He needs a second to breathe. ]