[It's a little frustrating sometimes. He keeps doing his best to be a pillar, be a rock, but he's just so bad with words that he's never sure if he's helping or if he's just making it worse. As long as he's known Bulba... sometimes, he really has no idea what's going through the kid's head. He's not sure what to say next.

"Even if that happens, I ended up with another trainer just fine, so..." No, Bulba wouldn't want another. Bulba would want Green.

"We don't need a human to keep on survivin', anyway." Also stupid -- no matter how many times Char would say it, that wouldn't change how much Green mattered.

"He ain't the kind of trainer to leave anyone behind." Would that kind of reassurance just ring hollow? He'd been trying to tell Bulba that it was okay to be worried, that stuffing those anxious feelings out of sight would just make it worse, but at the same time... knowing Bulba was feeling that way was hard. There was no magic feel-better button. He couldn't just... pick all those insecurities up and dump them onto his own shoulders. All he really could do was keep on stumbling his way through those awkward, almost-affectionate words of his.

For lack of anything better to say, Char just rests his hand on Bulba's head.]

Yeah. I'm finally startin' to clue into that. You 'n me, kid... we'll be alright. You'll see.