[His lips twitch in the direction of a frown, instead, at that response. More honest? What does honesty have to do with anything?]
I do not understand. You do not wish to be smiled at? I had read that a smile is a way to put others at ease.
[When Giorno had said he wasn't 'normal', it was easy to smile back at him; it wasn't real, but there was a certain display in it. He wasn't normal either. He didn't know how to be, and it seemed a straightforward enough cue to demonstrate that it wasn't an issue to him.
But perhaps he is even less normal than Giorno, because it apparently didn't work. Suddenly, he thinks of Naruto. Somehow, it wasn't so difficult to interact with him--perhaps because he was so straightforward, because his emotions were so strong and vibrant and expressed right there on his sleeve that Sai could absorb it all even with his dulled empathy. Even though he couldn't understand what it was like to feel all of the things Naruto did, he could read them as easily as he could a book itself.
It was easy to tell what to do and what not to around him, if only by sheer trial and error. He couldn't put words to the feeling, foreign as it is, but he...misses that simplicity.]
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I do not understand. You do not wish to be smiled at? I had read that a smile is a way to put others at ease.
[When Giorno had said he wasn't 'normal', it was easy to smile back at him; it wasn't real, but there was a certain display in it. He wasn't normal either. He didn't know how to be, and it seemed a straightforward enough cue to demonstrate that it wasn't an issue to him.
But perhaps he is even less normal than Giorno, because it apparently didn't work. Suddenly, he thinks of Naruto. Somehow, it wasn't so difficult to interact with him--perhaps because he was so straightforward, because his emotions were so strong and vibrant and expressed right there on his sleeve that Sai could absorb it all even with his dulled empathy. Even though he couldn't understand what it was like to feel all of the things Naruto did, he could read them as easily as he could a book itself.
It was easy to tell what to do and what not to around him, if only by sheer trial and error. He couldn't put words to the feeling, foreign as it is, but he...misses that simplicity.]