Bulba did not protest when Char removed himself from their contact. Every part of him was telling him to move after him and hug up close, but he kept the feeling firmly stifled. That sort of comfort worked for him, but it wasn't going to work for Char. It had taken them a decade just to achieve a simple hug. This required something else that Bulba quite frankly did not know if he possessed. Char opening up about what bothered him was a thing that was so far and few between that the Ivysaur had nothing to go on in regards to what was doing it right and what was atrociously wrong.
That meant this was as good a time as any to start figuring it out.
He let Char be on his own sitting up, choosing to just stay right where he was while he mulled it all over. "I can understand being happy about it," he ventured out loud. The specific points of why he was so happy were completely lost on him, but he could get the general reasoning at the very least. "It's nice to have someone that's like you around so there's at least one person that really gets it." He already knew he wasn't that close to being one of the few people that understood Char. Maybe better than some, but not in the way that Char really wanted to be understood. It bothered him, but he knew Char probably didn't get him very much either.
Bulba rolled onto his back, frowning up at the ceiling of Char's room. "It wasn't wrong to hope that," he said. It was Max. He might have been hot headed, and sure he had the tendency to do the opposite of whatever someone asked him to do but it was usually because his heart was in the right place. This was different. He thought back to broken promises of how everyone would be okay and his frown deepened. "I thought it would be okay too."
He reached out and gently brushed his hand against Char's side. It was quick and didn't linger, acting as a barely there substitute for what Bulba would have like to have been doing. A very brief reminder that these weren't things Char had to carry all on his own inside his wing fortress.
"He can't keep you down forever, can he...?" Bulba got a little hesitant, not sure if what he was saying was going to hold any water. "Maybe you could make it mean something else for yourself..."
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That meant this was as good a time as any to start figuring it out.
He let Char be on his own sitting up, choosing to just stay right where he was while he mulled it all over. "I can understand being happy about it," he ventured out loud. The specific points of why he was so happy were completely lost on him, but he could get the general reasoning at the very least. "It's nice to have someone that's like you around so there's at least one person that really gets it." He already knew he wasn't that close to being one of the few people that understood Char. Maybe better than some, but not in the way that Char really wanted to be understood. It bothered him, but he knew Char probably didn't get him very much either.
Bulba rolled onto his back, frowning up at the ceiling of Char's room. "It wasn't wrong to hope that," he said. It was Max. He might have been hot headed, and sure he had the tendency to do the opposite of whatever someone asked him to do but it was usually because his heart was in the right place. This was different. He thought back to broken promises of how everyone would be okay and his frown deepened. "I thought it would be okay too."
He reached out and gently brushed his hand against Char's side. It was quick and didn't linger, acting as a barely there substitute for what Bulba would have like to have been doing. A very brief reminder that these weren't things Char had to carry all on his own inside his wing fortress.
"He can't keep you down forever, can he...?" Bulba got a little hesitant, not sure if what he was saying was going to hold any water. "Maybe you could make it mean something else for yourself..."