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[Bulba probably hid out in his room e-mailing Green and waiting for some sort of response before he even thought of touching the computer. He got one eventually.]

Ugh... why does weird stuff always happen and why does it always end in headaches and feeling like crap ba.

Though I prefer headaches to hallucinations or whatever so...

I'm kind of itching to do some things. Does anyone want to play some soccer or something? Hey Max, if you're not busy, you want to go get something to eat or..?

...Char we need to talk. Can I come over?

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What a majestic beast.

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[Bulba listened very quietly, his brow furrowing every so often. It was strange to hear him saying all of it. It was Char, after all. And to be honest... yeah, it kind of scared him. It scared him to know it had happened. (He had the idea but Char actually saying it made it real.) That it could happen again, to both of them. That there really wasn't anyway of knowing until it was essentially too late to change it. Bulba hugged his knees a little tighter, thinking about what Char was saying. Was he just afraid of being alone? It was likely, but he felt it was more than that... but at the moment he could ignore that. Just as Char said, Bulba still had him. Through all of the crazy the school had presented them, with or without Green, Bulba still had Char. That was probably why he was so afraid to tell him.

Bulba nodded his head a little. He tried to bring up a smile for him, but it didn't work out, just twitching the corners of his mouth a bit.]

... You're not alone either.

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[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.