He understands it the moment Shouto pulls back and first looks at him with those wide and despairing eyes, understands it when he twists to look back at Dabi and his blue flame and impassive eyes, and Timcanpy himself quails at the realization. Quivering as tears welling anew at the prospect. No, no. You can't make a little golem choose! He's Allen's friend too! His first and only friend for so long! Tim's only real friend even in his existence before! They're a unit! Always a unit! This time he's even of Allen and they're closer than ever! And yet, and yet...
... and yet it's more cruel to make Shouto choose.
The boy's mouth keeps trying to find a way to speak and such a pitiable sort of warble comes out instead that Timcanpy's tears dry up, going quiet as he looks at Shouto struggle. What does he want...?
Like Allen would so often reach out to him to offer some gesture of comfort when he seemed rattled, Tim also reaches out a small hand and lays it against Shouto's cheek -- the left one -- almost like he means to shush him. Once, twice, in a childlike pat-pat that's both affectionate as much as it's also decisive. It's okay, Timcanpy has to be strong so he will. You can borrow from Timcanpy's strength. That's okay. That's why he's here.
You already know that Allen wouldn't mind. The grumpy man is right. He wouldn't want to rot.
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He understands it the moment Shouto pulls back and first looks at him with those wide and despairing eyes, understands it when he twists to look back at Dabi and his blue flame and impassive eyes, and Timcanpy himself quails at the realization. Quivering as tears welling anew at the prospect. No, no. You can't make a little golem choose! He's Allen's friend too! His first and only friend for so long! Tim's only real friend even in his existence before! They're a unit! Always a unit! This time he's even of Allen and they're closer than ever! And yet, and yet...
... and yet it's more cruel to make Shouto choose.
The boy's mouth keeps trying to find a way to speak and such a pitiable sort of warble comes out instead that Timcanpy's tears dry up, going quiet as he looks at Shouto struggle. What does he want...?
Like Allen would so often reach out to him to offer some gesture of comfort when he seemed rattled, Tim also reaches out a small hand and lays it against Shouto's cheek -- the left one -- almost like he means to shush him. Once, twice, in a childlike pat-pat that's both affectionate as much as it's also decisive. It's okay, Timcanpy has to be strong so he will. You can borrow from Timcanpy's strength. That's okay. That's why he's here.
You already know that Allen wouldn't mind. The grumpy man is right. He wouldn't want to rot.
It's okay if it's you. ]