[On the other hand, the warmth of family is the only warmth Shintaro knew for most of his life. School was never easy, with children so easily envious of the attention he got for being smart. A lot smarter than the rest. Too smart, for them. It was attention he never asked for, both positive and negative. His mother and sister were the only people who treated him like anything worth their time, before -- before he left it behind. Ene and Shinji were unexpected to him, too. By the time he met Shinji he was more willing to talk to him, but he had tried to get rid of Ene plenty of times before.
He closes his eyes while leaning back against the bed behind him, the rhythmic scratch of graphite on paper soothing enough. Soothing. That feeling too is something he thought he left behind. He smiles, but he thinks about how easily he was separated from them before. How easily Guy Cecil had hidden Shinji away, for the sake of a message to that jerk of a man like Gendo Ikari. He controls his hand to keep it from curling into a fist. A hair on Shinji's head and he'd make him pay for it with a bullet, but anger would cloud his judgement. He has to let go of it.]
It's a good chance to get some rest, [he responds.] We have to go in, but a day without missions just means a day full of shitty free coffee. It's not bad.
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[On the other hand, the warmth of family is the only warmth Shintaro knew for most of his life. School was never easy, with children so easily envious of the attention he got for being smart. A lot smarter than the rest. Too smart, for them. It was attention he never asked for, both positive and negative. His mother and sister were the only people who treated him like anything worth their time, before -- before he left it behind. Ene and Shinji were unexpected to him, too. By the time he met Shinji he was more willing to talk to him, but he had tried to get rid of Ene plenty of times before.
He closes his eyes while leaning back against the bed behind him, the rhythmic scratch of graphite on paper soothing enough. Soothing. That feeling too is something he thought he left behind. He smiles, but he thinks about how easily he was separated from them before. How easily Guy Cecil had hidden Shinji away, for the sake of a message to that jerk of a man like Gendo Ikari. He controls his hand to keep it from curling into a fist. A hair on Shinji's head and he'd make him pay for it with a bullet, but anger would cloud his judgement. He has to let go of it.]
It's a good chance to get some rest, [he responds.] We have to go in, but a day without missions just means a day full of shitty free coffee. It's not bad.