Cryptic comments and misunderstandings hurrah

[helpthehurt]

"The uniforms...sing. Supplication and sundering, stout and steady...many hearts come through these halls but they all turn the same way in the end. The learning is less important than the feeling."

...Is the kind of thing Cole mutters as he wanders the halls, following people around with a look on his face like he's about to spill a really personal secret about whoever he's looking at. Someone should probably collect him.

((OOC: Cole has a form of limited mind-reading which basically amounts to him saying extremely vague things about someone's personal pain because he wants to help heal it. Let me know if you ain't cool with that!))

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Another surrogate parent for Cole!

[helpthehurt]

"Red, blue and yellow...three roses in a vase but only two can fit. Don't pull any more petals off, I'm begging you! It might wilt on it's own, how can I know it won't?"

Cole concentrates very hard on Gary and then steps back with a nod. "She was glad you returned her handkerchief. It meant you remembered."

[roses_are_blue]

Thankfully, Garry wasn't carrying anything, lest it would've fallen on the floor.

No one knew about that. He had told no one, as no one needed to know of all that had happened. So how did this man know all of that and even put it into bizarre poetic context? Garry couldn't even be upset, he was too shocked and floored to be.

However, while Cole added a positive note at the end, Garry couldn't help but shiver at the memories of ripped petals.

"I..." Garry stuttered with a wide eyed expression, "...You, how did you?"

[helpthehurt]

"It sings...Pain but...tied with happiness. Woven together, like a sheet. I could not unravel it without destroying the whole thing, but it is there. I see it, clearly."

Cole seems to think he's explained it as clearly as possible. Gary's reaction wasn't anger, so he's clearly doing very well.

[the_blue_rose]

Garry still wasn't angry, no sir. But more and more, well, confused.

"Stop, stop, stop..." Garry somewhat softly muttered. "Hold on, slow down. Stop."

He knew he said that about four times right now, perhaps it was a sign of some panic. Probably.

"Listen to me for a moment, how do you know of this?"