[his hesitation isn't born of repulsion; he didn't hate humans, leery though time has groomed him to be, but rather...
touch is another doorway into the heart and mind, gives him impulse to better synchronize his own with the other's to improve his awareness of them. it's a non-issue for himself and his fellow Mu, but that very thing was part of what pushed humans to try and exterminate him. invasive. he knows that. but he can't change his nature.
he is more certain then, with that thought, as he reaches to shake that hand, closing his eyes against the flood he anticipates, responding slowly, controlled:]
I am called Blue.
[and his thought flows to her freely, unchecked, part of the flow physical contact makes:]
no subject
touch is another doorway into the heart and mind, gives him impulse to better synchronize his own with the other's to improve his awareness of them. it's a non-issue for himself and his fellow Mu, but that very thing was part of what pushed humans to try and exterminate him. invasive. he knows that. but he can't change his nature.
he is more certain then, with that thought, as he reaches to shake that hand, closing his eyes against the flood he anticipates, responding slowly, controlled:]
I am called Blue.
[and his thought flows to her freely, unchecked, part of the flow physical contact makes:]
And we are all lost here.