“Okay, okay, okay, scared? Yeah, you’re prolly scared,” Syx bit his lip, “I’ll let you down, just please don’t run. I wanna help, k?”
He looked up at Minion and down to the little child. His loyal fish made soothing motions towards the ground, his eyes wide and locked on the child. Slowly Syx sat the kid on the ground within the circle of his legs as he sat. Letting the jacket fall away, he whispered, “It’s okay. Safe, you’re safe. I wanna help.”
He really hoped he was helping…
The same confusion is still strong enough that the little alien peers up at Syx’s face with narrowed eyes. His expression otherwise doesn’t change, asking more questions in that same unfamiliar language he’d used before.
Leaning away from the taller alien at first, he reaches up suddenly, one little green hand against Syx’s face as if he wants to see if the blue is real.
Syx’s eyes widen in shock at the little hand coming at him. He started to pull away, then bit his lip and lean in slightly. Touch was good right? If they couldn’t talk. Touch was so important to him when he was that little.
“Yeah, see? Safe,” Syx murmured in hushed tones.
Minion made supportive nods and tried not to move. His fins fluttered nervously, though. It looked like a baby, but he hated taking chances with his Sir’s safety.
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