He should feel furious at that, he realised with clinical detachment, but with Kevin seeming so uncertain and so uncomprehending of what Kaz was trying to say (or simply didn't want to comprehend, it was difficult to tell with angels whether they were wilfully ignorant or simply incapable of looking beyond the box God stuck them in) it just fizzled out. All that fire and righteous anger just... went into embers. He shouldn't have hoped for more but... never mind.
He took the headpat. There was no point fighting this particular battle anymore. Kaz simply didn't have the mental strength for it. Okay. Fine. Fine. He tried. Kevin didn't see it. Kaz... felt, okay. Vented. Uneasy still. Sort of empty, in a good way.
He closed his eyes and took a breath]
...no. No, I'm, I'm fine now. [He let out the breath and opened his eyes. Compartmentalise. He boxed all the remaining everything, put a bow on it and stuffed it below his feet. Internally he still felt unsteady, like he couldn't quite close the emotional box, and the more he pushed it down, the more everything wanted to push up - or Bel wanted to push up, it was difficult because the demon had sank so deep into all those painfully sharp emotions that Kaz was struggling to untangle it from his own thought process - but he felt. Okay. He was okay. In a way. Sort of.] I'm sorry. Should've warned you I had a... mental condition. Forget what I said before.
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He should feel furious at that, he realised with clinical detachment, but with Kevin seeming so uncertain and so uncomprehending of what Kaz was trying to say (or simply didn't want to comprehend, it was difficult to tell with angels whether they were wilfully ignorant or simply incapable of looking beyond the box God stuck them in) it just fizzled out. All that fire and righteous anger just... went into embers. He shouldn't have hoped for more but... never mind.
He took the headpat. There was no point fighting this particular battle anymore. Kaz simply didn't have the mental strength for it. Okay. Fine. Fine. He tried. Kevin didn't see it. Kaz... felt, okay. Vented. Uneasy still. Sort of empty, in a good way.
He closed his eyes and took a breath]
...no. No, I'm, I'm fine now. [He let out the breath and opened his eyes. Compartmentalise. He boxed all the remaining everything, put a bow on it and stuffed it below his feet. Internally he still felt unsteady, like he couldn't quite close the emotional box, and the more he pushed it down, the more everything wanted to push up - or Bel wanted to push up, it was difficult because the demon had sank so deep into all those painfully sharp emotions that Kaz was struggling to untangle it from his own thought process - but he felt. Okay. He was okay. In a way. Sort of.] I'm sorry. Should've warned you I had a... mental condition. Forget what I said before.