Adjust? Isaac, you don't just adjust to losing a kid. They have probably been grieving for seven years. I wouldn't care if my kid came back and thought he was a cartoon dog, I'd just want my kid back. [He's trying to be gentle because he knows this is probably one of those things that Isaac has trouble remembering, but he must understand family to some extent, he seems to love his sister.]
[He's on a roll now.] No, of course not. I mean, I'd let you. I trust you. I know that water helps your blood. I wonder if sugar water would make it sweet. Or like dextrose. Would you want it sweet? It could be like a sweet and savory type thing. [Takes his hands back to gesture with them, moving them around as he talks.]
You might care if they were different enough. And then they have to know about all this, and -- I don't even know if they'd believe it. It's complicated.
[And a little bit scary to think about having to live up to the person he used to be. Even if that's not the most rational way to look at it.]
I don't even know if that would change anything. Maybe I can ask someone. [He shrugs, amused, leaning back a little as he watches Dagny gesturing.] I don't think it'll be a big difference, anyway. Blood is blood.
They don't have to know about all of it, we could figure something out. I'm sure the professor would help. I mean, if you want. I just...[Brings a hand up to Isaac's cheek, smiling softly at him.] I would never forget you if you disappeared. I feel like they probably haven't either.
But don't you want it to taste good. [Pauses, because blood probably already tastes good to him, makes a face as he rethinks his words.] Or taste better. Taste great?
You don't know that. People forget all kinds of things. [It's neutral, a fact and not an accusation. He sighs quietly, leaning into the touch.] Just -- not now. [It's not an agreement, but it's not a refusal, either. It's something he's going to have to sit and reconsider sometime, he's just not ready for it.]
I don't actually care what it tastes like, that's not why I'm doing it. [A little shrug, and he presses a kiss against Dagny's shoulder.] But I'm not saying I don't want it to, I just don't know how that actually works.
Does your sister still talk to them? You both don't talk about all this? [Not an accusation either, he just can't help but feel bad for Isaac's parents. He doesn't know the boy he was before but the man he knows now is incredible, even if he's different, he feels like they would want to know him.] Yeah, alright. [He'll drop it if Isaac wants, his thumb tracing over the shell of his ear as he nods.]
Oh. Well, it's a perfect opportunity to experiment. I'm basically the perfect guinea pig. Willing, and unkillable. [Unfortunately not unhurtable, but he's not so concerned about that. This is like the good kind of hurt, the kind he's asking for.]
She does. But, uh... we haven't talked about it in a while. [And it comes with its own complications. He relaxes a little at the agreement, though, leaning into the touch. It's not something he's completely unwilling to talk about ever, he just might need a little time first.]
Let's see what you think of it first before you volunteer yourself for repeat experiments. [Lightly.]
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Date: 2025-02-14 12:40 am (UTC)[He's on a roll now.] No, of course not. I mean, I'd let you. I trust you. I know that water helps your blood. I wonder if sugar water would make it sweet. Or like dextrose. Would you want it sweet? It could be like a sweet and savory type thing. [Takes his hands back to gesture with them, moving them around as he talks.]
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Date: 2025-02-14 01:02 am (UTC)[And a little bit scary to think about having to live up to the person he used to be. Even if that's not the most rational way to look at it.]
I don't even know if that would change anything. Maybe I can ask someone. [He shrugs, amused, leaning back a little as he watches Dagny gesturing.] I don't think it'll be a big difference, anyway. Blood is blood.
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Date: 2025-02-14 01:14 am (UTC)But don't you want it to taste good. [Pauses, because blood probably already tastes good to him, makes a face as he rethinks his words.] Or taste better. Taste great?
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Date: 2025-02-14 01:22 am (UTC)I don't actually care what it tastes like, that's not why I'm doing it. [A little shrug, and he presses a kiss against Dagny's shoulder.] But I'm not saying I don't want it to, I just don't know how that actually works.
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Date: 2025-02-14 04:45 am (UTC)Oh. Well, it's a perfect opportunity to experiment. I'm basically the perfect guinea pig. Willing, and unkillable. [Unfortunately not unhurtable, but he's not so concerned about that. This is like the good kind of hurt, the kind he's asking for.]
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Date: 2025-02-14 07:10 am (UTC)Let's see what you think of it first before you volunteer yourself for repeat experiments. [Lightly.]