It's like someone trying to be Sally, or Gwen. Or pretending to be FarmJohn. Yellow feels sick at the idea of any one of them being hurt, or lost, but imagining trying to get them back and getting someone else--
There's a few stunned seconds of silence, and then he carefully shapes the human form he's mostly been using. He's still sitting on the street, but he's at least... himself-looking, now. Both hands pressed gently against John's outstretched arm, a few shadowy tentacles still touching John like he might evaporate.
"I don't want to hurt anyone." He doesn't know much, but he knows that. "I don't want to end up with Larson. I want to stay here."
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Oh, that's...
Put like that, said like that, it--
Oh.
It's like someone trying to be Sally, or Gwen. Or pretending to be FarmJohn. Yellow feels sick at the idea of any one of them being hurt, or lost, but imagining trying to get them back and getting someone else--
There's a few stunned seconds of silence, and then he carefully shapes the human form he's mostly been using. He's still sitting on the street, but he's at least... himself-looking, now. Both hands pressed gently against John's outstretched arm, a few shadowy tentacles still touching John like he might evaporate.
"I don't want to hurt anyone." He doesn't know much, but he knows that. "I don't want to end up with Larson. I want to stay here."