[ Yato feels a little less cornered when Jade comes back into the room, and he glances at her gratefully. Elizabeth with her... late night pop tarts?... softens Bigby's raw intensity. He chooses not to answer the mother Wolf because he doesn't attend the college even though he knows he's smart enough to, and refuses to go to a shelter because it would be proving his father right. More things about him that aren't logical, and any explanation he could give these people trying to help him all at once retreats into a tight ball in his chest. He's being stupid, like always, and would rather not face their disappointment and disbelief if he were to vocalize the proof of it.
The proffered poptart grabs his attention. Bigby's admission, moreso. Truth be told, it's easy to imagine Bigby roughing it. Easier to imagine than him having a lovely wife and cute daughter, actually. How on earth did that even happen. Slowly, Yato takes the poptart half. ]
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The proffered poptart grabs his attention. Bigby's admission, moreso. Truth be told, it's easy to imagine Bigby roughing it. Easier to imagine than him having a lovely wife and cute daughter, actually. How on earth did that even happen. Slowly, Yato takes the poptart half. ]
What did you do to pull yourself out of it?