That's not a thing B can really challenge, so he sighs a little. "Yeah, okay. I know the feeling. So far I've been leaning on the make-other-people-happy side. Not sure how to fix that except maybe find a way to change what makes you happy somehow."
He runs his fingers over the weaved bit with Sweeney's hair, not sure whose it is, though there's only so many red-headed people on this Barge. And she did mention Sweeney, so it's probably his. "There anything special you want me to do with this? Or should I leave it out of my own braid?"
B remembers being asked this question, back before he was even a person again. Funny how nobody's asked him that since. The closest he ever came was his damn shrink asking him what he wanted, and then ridiculing his answer.
He thinks about it seriously for a moment, as he brushes out her hair, careful to avoid unweaving Sweeney's hair in the process. He doesn't think chocolate and soft things really cut it anymore. Apparently he's gotten more complicated since then. "I don't think I know anymore," he admits. "What makes you happy?"
"My pack." Which has always been her first answer. It used to be her only answer. "And learning new things. Going new places. Figuring things out even if I'm...not great at understanding what I'm seeing."
She lets herself just enjoy the feel of his fingers. "I really want you to know what makes you happy, too. You're able to find out here, aren't you? Like...more than you could at home. It's safer for you to learn about yourself here?"
He chuckles a little, sadly, as he starts carefully working on a French braid along one side of her head. "I know a lot about myself, at this point. I've had time. I know I'm better off here than out in the world. I know I want my friends here to stick around and keep letting me be their friend. I want more songs on the piano and a shit-ton of food so I can stop feeling like a skeleton and to sit on my sheepskin rug. I want to keep people safe. I'm not sure if that's happy exactly, but I know it's better with those things than without them."
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He runs his fingers over the weaved bit with Sweeney's hair, not sure whose it is, though there's only so many red-headed people on this Barge. And she did mention Sweeney, so it's probably his. "There anything special you want me to do with this? Or should I leave it out of my own braid?"
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She's thinking about what he'd said, though. "What makes you happy, B?"
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He thinks about it seriously for a moment, as he brushes out her hair, careful to avoid unweaving Sweeney's hair in the process. He doesn't think chocolate and soft things really cut it anymore. Apparently he's gotten more complicated since then. "I don't think I know anymore," he admits. "What makes you happy?"
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She lets herself just enjoy the feel of his fingers. "I really want you to know what makes you happy, too. You're able to find out here, aren't you? Like...more than you could at home. It's safer for you to learn about yourself here?"
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