Living was a game. But now I seem to walk in dreams...

[talkyourwayout]

It shouldn't require any thought. This was just hanging out with her friend. Alone. Sure, the last time they'd done that, everything had gone wrong, and Gobo had nearly died. But it was okay, now. He was even due to try speaking again soon. And on the mend or not, Gobo was still Gobo. So why did Lexi feel uneasy and a little sick?

She arrived directly inside the Other Duckburg's manor, for once, and was relieved for having that much less to do or think about. She was directed to conservatory, not at all surprised to hear that's where Gobo was.

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[gobetween]

"No I'm not." But there was still a pleased smile there, though it did fade after a moment. He'd have to bring up his concerns, wouldn't he? Particularly with what he thought of as he went to speak.

"I think I was using my voice as an excuse, though."

[talkyourwayout]

Lexi glanced down at her lap, then looked back up at Gobo and nodded. Okay, so they were doing this, if Gobo was ready - and it seemed like he was, now. "Yeah. I know."

[gobetween]

Now that his voice had been "unblocked," it felt like everything else was coming as a rush, able to be properly expressed now, without having to hide behind a restricted number of signs.

"You were right earlier. I have been scared. I've been... kinda feeling like I did when I was a kid, actually. Nervous, wanting to stay where it was familiar instead of go out to the unknown, that sorta stuff. Not wanting to use my voice, I guess, what just the easiest way of avoiding everything."

[talkyourwayout]

Lexi nodded calmly when Gobo finished speaking. "I get that. So... What do you want to do about it?"

A simple question, but it said a lot: That this was his call, his choice, and no matter what choice he made, she'd be there for him.