Koumyou's hand stays up, hovering in the air. He saw that look, that second of the boy beneath Genjo Sanzo's hard candy shell. No one has to put into words why the man before him is like this, now. He knows what a hellish world they're from.
So... very, very slowly, Koumyou takes a step forward. And just as slowly, he reaches to try to lay his hand against the side of his son's face.
"Would you rather I don't try to do this sort of thing? Or is the negative reaction just a reflex?" he asks gently, ignoring the conversation for at least the moment. "Devero and I call this sort of thing a... mental land-mine. We both have quite a few of them, too. You can be honest with me about it, Kouryuu, I won't judge."
Tell him to stop trying to touch him, and he will. Otherwise, Koumyou will just quietly, patiently, gently rub at these sharp edges to try to dull them over time, little by little. That's his way with serious things, isn't it? Like the erosion of the water he's always had such an affinity for.
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So... very, very slowly, Koumyou takes a step forward. And just as slowly, he reaches to try to lay his hand against the side of his son's face.
"Would you rather I don't try to do this sort of thing? Or is the negative reaction just a reflex?" he asks gently, ignoring the conversation for at least the moment. "Devero and I call this sort of thing a... mental land-mine. We both have quite a few of them, too. You can be honest with me about it, Kouryuu, I won't judge."
Tell him to stop trying to touch him, and he will. Otherwise, Koumyou will just quietly, patiently, gently rub at these sharp edges to try to dull them over time, little by little. That's his way with serious things, isn't it? Like the erosion of the water he's always had such an affinity for.