[ Pulse was good at explaining things. Even though Maisy still didn't entirely understand why his father had created a brother to harm his son specifically (beyond becoming a horrible person), she was hooked into paying attention to nothing else but his story. Things that she couldn't understand- memory backups, virus programmers, cyberterrorists. But though she didn't entirely comprehend these words, she gathered their meaning, that they were bad. That a lot of bad things had happened to this person, Pulse, and his family.
And she knew sadness. She could see it there as he spoke, and as he fell silent from the weight of the history connected to his words. Maisy didn't know what to say when he had finished, and at first all she could do was deepen her frown. But her heart felt heavy, and she couldn't just sit there and stare and look sad.
The basket that had been kept safely in her arms was put to the side, and Maisy moved closer to him, shifting closer by his side. When others were sad, Maisy would comfort them, just as she would be comforted. To give that comfort to Pulse now, she put her hands onto the side of his arm for support, and leaned over to rub her cheek against his.
As a human, she didn't have to worry so much about electrifying people. If she concentrated enough, she could bring out the currents that were still with her; otherwise, there didn't seem to be any worry of her shocking others accidentally. But her face had always been a safe place to touch people, and rubbing cheeks was an ordinary sign of comfort and affection for the Mareep. ]
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And she knew sadness. She could see it there as he spoke, and as he fell silent from the weight of the history connected to his words. Maisy didn't know what to say when he had finished, and at first all she could do was deepen her frown. But her heart felt heavy, and she couldn't just sit there and stare and look sad.
The basket that had been kept safely in her arms was put to the side, and Maisy moved closer to him, shifting closer by his side. When others were sad, Maisy would comfort them, just as she would be comforted. To give that comfort to Pulse now, she put her hands onto the side of his arm for support, and leaned over to rub her cheek against his.
As a human, she didn't have to worry so much about electrifying people. If she concentrated enough, she could bring out the currents that were still with her; otherwise, there didn't seem to be any worry of her shocking others accidentally. But her face had always been a safe place to touch people, and rubbing cheeks was an ordinary sign of comfort and affection for the Mareep. ]