He waited, silent and patient, for her words. It would be OK if she changed her mind. Especially after all the weird that had happened since it had first been brought up. Those Green eyes reminded him of the brackish fen waters. It was a little odd to realize this was the longest he'd looked at her.
When the words came, he nodded, remembering, then listened. Small cues gave away his thoughts, little tics around his lips and eyes, eyebrows and forehead. Words bounced around like a pinball, hitting bumpers of curiosity, surprise, confusion, anger, and everything in between.
It was a lot to take in. Honestly? He couldn't. Not all. He could feel puzzle pieces finding matches, edges coming into focus, snippets of of pictures here an there -- and he intuitively knew it was his mind's flawed attempt at understanding. Without a frame of reference, it tried to digest the little bits that it could, trying to trick him into accepting something incomplete as understanding. And how could he? It was vastly different that it was the definition of incomprehensible. Even from the beginning, when he'd assumed the dime referred to a juvie center, or jail.
Amazing, and tragic. Not ha ha hand to the head swooning tragic, but Holy Cow Does Stuff Like That Really Happen tragic. He'd been arrested once or twice. Maybe more. But never long enough to begin to understand that amount of time except in the most trivial, terrifying way. The mind is a prison for the unwary or weak. Proof? Anything can become habit in six months. Try it. True fact. To constantly rebel? Amazing. Not stupid wow this dee-jay's set is amazing but the legit Mind Blown Amazing.
In a real sense, it was humbling. Could he have done it? Would he have fought for so long? Kept picking himself back up and trying again? Humbling, and terrifying. They'd joked about Asp being the Terminator. They'd all been wrong. Avis? Relentless.
Simmering below the roiling thoughts and feelings was the warmth of anger.
"You want the breadlines for the people that don't have anything. Or had it taken it away, or are lost... not the, uh, entitled." The words sounded inane, but thoughts were coming together and he was trying to understand. Truth? It would take him days, or weeks, to assimilate the information. Maybe that's what his words had meant? That he was trying.
His brow knit in confusion, and he shook his head slightly, trying to understand what her changed position and eyes were saying. He was having one of Those Moments. You know? That Say Something moment, that later you'll think of a million better things you could have said that were better than what you actually said.
"Thank you... for telling me. It kind of explains a lot. And I have more questions? But they can wait, if you want. And... I think you're pretty amazing. For all of that... and then being where you are."
Because Soul crushing.