This is one of those patented Gladion overthinking silences, where he's trying to dodge around saying something ungraceful or nonsensical or emotional by repackaging it into something impersonal and actionable, but there's just not actually a way to do that.
It drags on a little bit too long. Conscious of it, he takes a hand from Akira's neck and sticks in his pocket. Silvally, in its ball, nudges at his fingers, and some of the tension in his chest loosens.
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This is one of those patented Gladion overthinking silences, where he's trying to dodge around saying something ungraceful or nonsensical or emotional by repackaging it into something impersonal and actionable, but there's just not actually a way to do that.
It drags on a little bit too long. Conscious of it, he takes a hand from Akira's neck and sticks in his pocket. Silvally, in its ball, nudges at his fingers, and some of the tension in his chest loosens.
Exhale.]
...I don't know how to describe what happened.