[ Tezca, unsurprisingly, has more awareness than Silco does about himself. He's... well. It's going to take a lot to get him to experience a modicum of self-awareness, so he's 100% correct, even if Silco would say otherwise.
Because of course he would.
He inhaled, and blew out the thick plume of smoke. ]
Hm.
[ He's still stressed, fretting, worried, but at least there's a relaxed pressure in the back of his head, like a beam holding up the cascade of thoughts, stresses, and everything else he has. It's at least enough that he's not winding himself up, putting together plans and little things that will take an elaborate (and likely deadly for himself) turn if he isn't careful.
He closed one eye, but the other is still focused on Tezca. ]
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Because of course he would.
He inhaled, and blew out the thick plume of smoke. ]
Hm.
[ He's still stressed, fretting, worried, but at least there's a relaxed pressure in the back of his head, like a beam holding up the cascade of thoughts, stresses, and everything else he has. It's at least enough that he's not winding himself up, putting together plans and little things that will take an elaborate (and likely deadly for himself) turn if he isn't careful.
He closed one eye, but the other is still focused on Tezca. ]
I suppose I am. It's appreciated, Tezca.
[ πtheπ"therapy"πmightπbeπworkingπ ]