[Try to comfort him.] [DO THE RIGHT THING. AND GET RID OF THE EEVEE.]
You can feel such an awful lump in your throat, seeing how hurt he is. You breathe in deeply and calm yourself. Your shaking voice sweetens into something soft and comforting.
“Blue…” you call to him, “Hey, look…! I’m here- I’m here for you, bud, you’re not alone…”
He curls in on himself even tighter. You hear him mutter something, but it’s so soft, so muffled, you can’t quite understand.
“I- I’m sorry about earlier,” you continue, willing yourself to keep your composure. “I’m sorry I left you alone for so long… but I’m here now! Whatever you’re thinking and whatever’s going on, you don’t have to deal with it alone anymore. I promise. I may not know what’s going on, but…”
You watch him perk up a bit. You feel a twinge of hope. That your words mean something. That you’re getting through to him. That things will be okay.
“I want to help you,” you finish, holding a hand out to him.
Blue turns, slowly. He meets your eyes from where he cowers below you, allowing you to finally see the poor boy’s face.
His eyes and cheeks glisten with tears, and with how red and puffy they are, you wonder how long he’s been here, crying like this. His dusty-brown irises almost seem to reflect as an ocean blue, despite the dim lighting…
“Leaf…” he whispers, turning and shakily rising to his feet. Your full attention lands on him- anything he has to say. You’ll do anything.
