Omi thought he was translating that okay, but it still didn't make a lot of sense. Connect their brains? That sounded kind of... unpleasant.
Then he understood, because there it was. He started and looked at her, but kept still while she explained further. He didn't miss that she seemed nervous, either.
That uncertain smile actually did far more to reassure him than anything she said. Nonverbal signals were powerful means of communication for how subconsciously they were both sent and received. The fact she wasn't a towering hulk of confidence and power made her approachable, and easier to trust. Omi realized now that what she'd been trying to do was ask permission to do this. That was a lot different from Schuldig... it signaled respect, and the fact she seemed nervous about trying it without the explicit consent was a testament to its authenticity.
Omi smiled awkwardly back. Half of him was still nervous about this capacity to read his thoughts; the other half was just endeared to her.
"It does make communicating much easier," he granted. "Um... was there something you wanted to talk about?" Because this seemed really unnecessary for just delivering a tray of food. Why establish a communication line unless, well. You wanted to communicate?
Conspicuously absent: an order for her to stop using the link.
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Then he understood, because there it was. He started and looked at her, but kept still while she explained further. He didn't miss that she seemed nervous, either.
That uncertain smile actually did far more to reassure him than anything she said. Nonverbal signals were powerful means of communication for how subconsciously they were both sent and received. The fact she wasn't a towering hulk of confidence and power made her approachable, and easier to trust. Omi realized now that what she'd been trying to do was ask permission to do this. That was a lot different from Schuldig... it signaled respect, and the fact she seemed nervous about trying it without the explicit consent was a testament to its authenticity.
Omi smiled awkwardly back. Half of him was still nervous about this capacity to read his thoughts; the other half was just endeared to her.
"It does make communicating much easier," he granted. "Um... was there something you wanted to talk about?" Because this seemed really unnecessary for just delivering a tray of food. Why establish a communication line unless, well. You wanted to communicate?
Conspicuously absent: an order for her to stop using the link.