[ Indeed, Gregor's mind might have depth to it but at this age there's very little lurking apart from some habitual drifting sadness that he mostly manages to stifle. He has some moments where the tragedies he remembers from childhood overwhelm him, but they feel far away now; he's fully focused on Miles and puzzling this out, and the only thing flitting through him is a soft, warm concern and bafflement. ]
It... feels different, [ he says slowly. ] I think I can feel you listening. It's really weird.
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It... feels different, [ he says slowly. ] I think I can feel you listening. It's really weird.