He leans away, just a tiny bit, when she says I'll be so mad, but slowly relaxes again as she says it's fine.
There's a joke about stabilized reactions in here somewhere.
"My-" He scowls at the floor. "I don't... know if I like my real name. Crichton said I can change it, but I don't know... how to do that. How I would even start to do that."
Sally is too busy with her work to notice the other reaction occurring in the room, but if she did, she'd be mortified by the idea that she'd unleash her ire for chemistry gone wrong on her poor friend.
"Oh." Well now she can't help but wonder what his real name is. "Well, that's okay, honey, your name can be whatever you want. There's no procedure to it, you just--- decide what you want to be called and tell people that's what your name is. Do you have any thoughts? I could give you suggestions."
"It's-- Yellow," he says, almost a mumble. "My name is just Yellow. ...How did you pick a name?"
He can't help it--even as he speaks, even as he says his name like the word is a hot coal on his tongue, he tries to get a closer look at what Sally is doing. "Did you choose for Gwen?"
Pushing up her safety goggles, Sally opens the little gate on the counter to let Yellow come back and see her work. He's so curious. It's honestly cute. Hard to believe he's a fragment of a god and not a little space alien, but maybe those things aren't so different.
The question tugs at her heartstrings a bit. "My mother chose my name," Sally explains, her heart aching at the mention of her mother. The woman whose estrangement saved her life. And then ruined it. "And I chose Gwen's, because I'm her mother. She's named after a character from a fairytale. Queen Guinevere. It was an homage to my childhood best friend, who was named after a character from the same fairytale."
After a pause, she adds, "You don't--- need a mother to name you. You can name yourself. That's just how a lot of humans do it. But you can pick your own family just like you pick your own name. Sometimes that's just how it happens."
He watches the bubbling concoction in fascination as he listens, questions already piling up in his head like a ten car highway fiasco. He looks over at her.
"Who's Queen Guinevere? Who was your friend named after? How- How do you pick a family? Do you have to make people agree to be in it? Why are you wearing goggles?"
Sally laughs warmly. "One question at a time, love! My old friend--- he was also named Arthur. There are very famous fairy tales about a king named Arthur, and Guinevere was the queen. And no, people don't necessarily have to agree for you to think of them as family, but it's better if they do and there's no harm in asking," Sally explains, answering each of his questions in turn carefully. "And I'm wearing goggles because if something goes wrong with the chemicals I'm working with, I don't want to get smoke or chemicals in my eyes. It's for safety. Did I get them all?"
He gets a warm little bubble in his chest Sally calls him love. It happens every time. Yellow massages his breastbone with the heel on one hand as he listens, frowning at the fact that Arthur is so significant a name to her. Arthurs and Johns. He can't get away from them.
"Are--" Are we family gets hung up in his mouth and he swallows the urge to say it. "What are you making?"
"Cough medicine. It's that season," Sally informs him. "This is an alcohol and water solution that I'm heating to extract the medicinal properties from this cherrywood bark. Then it can be mixed with honey for more anti-inflammatory properties as well as a better taste."
There's a reason Sally's been implying things. She can see the reaction on his face when she calls him terms of endearment. He's not all that good at hiding his emotions. She knows there's a reason he always asks questions of her specifically.
She'll give him another crack at asking. "Was there anything else you wanted to know?"
He's leaning close to the concoction now to examine it through the glass. He certainly could let himself be caught out and bring that question back. Or--
"H... How does it get the medicinal properties out?"
Oh. Oh, mum instincts. Because she's Gwen's mom. Yes, yeah, that, because the other interpretation is weirdly terrifying when it's suddenly offered to him free of charge. No gauntlet to run to earn it. No hesitation on Sally's part. The generosity of it makes him dizzy. Catch, there's a catch, there has to be a catch, except when has there been one with Sally?
He stares. It's a bit like his whole internal everything has come crashing to a halt, thoughts and breath and feeling, all of it hung up on a mix of disbelief and confusion.
For a moment, Sally isn't sure how to answer. Why, indeed? Is it his endearing little mannerisms, the questions and the pouting? Is it that despite the sour attitude and deep voice, he still acts like a young boy? Is it because he reminds her of Percy? He really reminds her of Percy, that much is true. Is it his bond with Gwen, and the importance of those interactions? The fact that no matter what, he always feels safe coming to her?
After a moment, she smiles, and shrugs easily, rolling all those answers into one. "Because I love you."
Meteoric dismay rips through him, punches a hole somewhere in the midpoint between his chest and stomach, and every feeling thing in him seems to get dragged down through it as a tingle of fear rolls out from that emptiness and makes him prickle all the way to his fingers.
She can't just say that, can she? That's not something people just say. Is it?
All of that, on the outside, looks like Yellow-the-Humanshape fading into a shadow as dark as the space between stars, yellow cloth in every conceivable shade of the color unfurling from nowhere to cocoon the shadow-he-is into something roughly humanoid. His voice echoes a little more distantly when he speaks, no quieter, but with a hum that makes it seem like the words are coming from somewhere other than right in front of her.
"But- But why? What did I do? How did I make you care?"
If he doesn't know how he did it, he can't make sure he doesn't break it.
Sally's tone is sad, but gentle. She reaches out, catching bits of yellow fabric in her fingers. Unabashedly unafraid. How could she be afraid of her baby? He's just scared. They can work through it. It's going to be alright.
"You were yourself," she tells him. "And I love you for being who you are. You're sweet and you make me laugh. You take good care of Gwen and you're always thinking about her. I love all of your questions. You make me rethink parts of the world I took for granted. You're always trying to learn. You're so charmingly obvious about what you're feeling, even though you try so hard not to be! You're trying every day to be a better person than the day you were before. And you're just... fun to be around. I love everything about you, Yellow. And if you want family, if you'd like a mum, to look after you and support you and help you learn and help you pick a name, then I'll be all those things for you and more. No questions asked. I'd be honored, even. I can't think of a better big brother for Gwen."
Threads and strands of yellow cloth twine very, very carefully around her fingers in return.
He still doesn't understand. Why was being himself enough? Why did it work this time? What if it doesn't work again? Why does hearing her say good things about him make him anxious, feel bad. It's not supposed to do that. It's what he wanted before.
Sally just holds onto them, lets them curl around her fingers.
"...Sometimes finding the right people to love us takes a few tries," she says, hazarding a guess at what he might be thinking. "But I hope I'm one of your right people. 'Cause you make me happy. Can I get a hug?"
She might be getting a couple of extra tentacle-shaped limbs around her waist and shoulders. He's new at hugs. And he wants to hug her as much as possible. He's still hiding his face, his voice psychic instead of tangible.
He shifts a little to press his face against her neck and hug a little tighter. Carefully. He knows by now that he's significantly stronger than a regular person. Yellow mumbles something that isn't actual words. Hides his face a little more.
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Date: 2024-11-27 12:45 am (UTC)There's a joke about stabilized reactions in here somewhere.
"My-" He scowls at the floor. "I don't... know if I like my real name. Crichton said I can change it, but I don't know... how to do that. How I would even start to do that."
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Date: 2024-11-30 08:06 pm (UTC)"Oh." Well now she can't help but wonder what his real name is. "Well, that's okay, honey, your name can be whatever you want. There's no procedure to it, you just--- decide what you want to be called and tell people that's what your name is. Do you have any thoughts? I could give you suggestions."
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Date: 2024-12-02 04:04 am (UTC)He can't help it--even as he speaks, even as he says his name like the word is a hot coal on his tongue, he tries to get a closer look at what Sally is doing. "Did you choose for Gwen?"
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Date: 2024-12-04 01:39 am (UTC)The question tugs at her heartstrings a bit. "My mother chose my name," Sally explains, her heart aching at the mention of her mother. The woman whose estrangement saved her life. And then ruined it. "And I chose Gwen's, because I'm her mother. She's named after a character from a fairytale. Queen Guinevere. It was an homage to my childhood best friend, who was named after a character from the same fairytale."
After a pause, she adds, "You don't--- need a mother to name you. You can name yourself. That's just how a lot of humans do it. But you can pick your own family just like you pick your own name. Sometimes that's just how it happens."
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Date: 2024-12-05 05:00 am (UTC)"Who's Queen Guinevere? Who was your friend named after? How- How do you pick a family? Do you have to make people agree to be in it? Why are you wearing goggles?"
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Date: 2024-12-05 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-12-11 05:25 am (UTC)"Are--" Are we family gets hung up in his mouth and he swallows the urge to say it. "What are you making?"
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Date: 2024-12-13 02:11 am (UTC)There's a reason Sally's been implying things. She can see the reaction on his face when she calls him terms of endearment. He's not all that good at hiding his emotions. She knows there's a reason he always asks questions of her specifically.
She'll give him another crack at asking. "Was there anything else you wanted to know?"
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Date: 2024-12-13 02:38 am (UTC)"H... How does it get the medicinal properties out?"
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Date: 2024-12-13 02:43 am (UTC)"When you heat it, the chemicals inside of it that make it medicinal start to leak out into the liquid."
Alright. Time to take the wheel on this.
"For the record, I do think of you as family."
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Date: 2024-12-13 04:20 am (UTC)"How did you..."
Can she read minds.
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Date: 2024-12-13 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-12-13 04:47 am (UTC)There has to be a catch.
"Is- Is Gwen here?"
When in doubt: change the topic, kind of.
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Date: 2024-12-13 04:50 am (UTC)"No, honey, she's with Claude today," Sally informs him gently. "...I meant you. If that's alright?"
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Date: 2024-12-17 06:44 am (UTC)"Wh... Why?"
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Date: 2024-12-17 11:08 pm (UTC)After a moment, she smiles, and shrugs easily, rolling all those answers into one. "Because I love you."
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Date: 2024-12-18 02:27 am (UTC)She can't just say that, can she? That's not something people just say. Is it?
All of that, on the outside, looks like Yellow-the-Humanshape fading into a shadow as dark as the space between stars, yellow cloth in every conceivable shade of the color unfurling from nowhere to cocoon the shadow-he-is into something roughly humanoid. His voice echoes a little more distantly when he speaks, no quieter, but with a hum that makes it seem like the words are coming from somewhere other than right in front of her.
"But- But why? What did I do? How did I make you care?"
If he doesn't know how he did it, he can't make sure he doesn't break it.
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Date: 2024-12-18 04:52 am (UTC)Sally's tone is sad, but gentle. She reaches out, catching bits of yellow fabric in her fingers. Unabashedly unafraid. How could she be afraid of her baby? He's just scared. They can work through it. It's going to be alright.
"You were yourself," she tells him. "And I love you for being who you are. You're sweet and you make me laugh. You take good care of Gwen and you're always thinking about her. I love all of your questions. You make me rethink parts of the world I took for granted. You're always trying to learn. You're so charmingly obvious about what you're feeling, even though you try so hard not to be! You're trying every day to be a better person than the day you were before. And you're just... fun to be around. I love everything about you, Yellow. And if you want family, if you'd like a mum, to look after you and support you and help you learn and help you pick a name, then I'll be all those things for you and more. No questions asked. I'd be honored, even. I can't think of a better big brother for Gwen."
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Date: 2024-12-19 03:25 am (UTC)He still doesn't understand. Why was being himself enough? Why did it work this time? What if it doesn't work again? Why does hearing her say good things about him make him anxious, feel bad. It's not supposed to do that. It's what he wanted before.
He can't think of anything to say.
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Date: 2024-12-19 03:51 am (UTC)"...Sometimes finding the right people to love us takes a few tries," she says, hazarding a guess at what he might be thinking. "But I hope I'm one of your right people. 'Cause you make me happy. Can I get a hug?"
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Date: 2024-12-19 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-12-19 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-12-19 06:04 am (UTC)[ I was here the whole time. ]
Which is not what he wanted to say.
[ ...Your chemicals are bubbling. ]
That wasn't it either. He's working on it.
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Date: 2024-12-19 06:16 am (UTC)The second part makes her laugh again. He's so cute.
"They're supposed to bubble. I've got time. I always have time for you."
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Date: 2024-12-20 05:43 am (UTC)"I love you too."