[center]
[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Dick simply nodded at their words. They were right- the more people there were, the more he had to identify and focus on to make sure it was safe. To make sure nobody was out for him. The boy got a bit anxious just thinking about it, really. But he felt the same way- now that he was talking to someone else, interacting, there was less fear. Finally, less fear. Dick felt like it shaped him completely in these past few days, and that wasn't something he was fond of.
He turns his green eyes on them when they speak up again. Solardust didn't look too old, but they didn't look all too young, either. He wondered how long they'd lived in the clans, if what they said was true.
"It's not your fault if you're scared," he tried to reassure them. "I don't wanna be scared anymore, but it's hard. Ya know?" He was about to go on, but stopped suddenly. Dick didn't want to pour out his whole life story, not just yet. He may have been a kid, but even if he felt closer to the other than a stranger, some details were for later. The child dug his claws into the ground, then retracted them, and repeated that a few times.
"Being scared sucks."
Yeah, he'd been through a pretty traumatic incident. In fact, it had only happened a week or so ago now- it was still fresh in Dick's mind, and something he would much rather have forgotten than let shape him. His mind was constantly on survival mode, he felt, and it was so annoying. He wanted to rest. Wanted to make friends. But the fear was just too much. He was so scared of ending up like his parents, like somebody was out for him. That the last Flying Grayson would be no more. It was honestly petrifying.
The child eyed the kitchen. Tea sounded nice right about now.