[Jonathan doesn't have words for that. Not especially. He tries to think, tries to think on how it could make any sense at all- why a father would keep someone from their family (did they disagree? is the rest of the family, his family, apparently so much worse somehow? Or is it something else?). Why there would be this...mystery, this distance.
He can't even think of a start to what the reason could be. So instead, he tries to channel a bit of hamon through the fabric of his blanket enough to let him wriggle out, coming over to Jolyne's arm.
It's. Not really the best hug, he supposes, but he does at least take a moment to consider how to go about it before quietly wrapping his wings around her forearm. There.]
...I'm...sorry. ...I know this isn't anything I myself can control... ...but it feels important that you hear those words from someone, rather than no one at all.
I wish I could change this, for the better in particular. The existence of family...it shouldn't be something that hurts. And I am sorry for that, Jolyne.
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He can't even think of a start to what the reason could be. So instead, he tries to channel a bit of hamon through the fabric of his blanket enough to let him wriggle out, coming over to Jolyne's arm.
It's. Not really the best hug, he supposes, but he does at least take a moment to consider how to go about it before quietly wrapping his wings around her forearm. There.]
...I'm...sorry. ...I know this isn't anything I myself can control... ...but it feels important that you hear those words from someone, rather than no one at all.
I wish I could change this, for the better in particular. The existence of family...it shouldn't be something that hurts. And I am sorry for that, Jolyne.