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>It’s been about a month and a half now since you and your family took in Anon.
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>You weren’t entirely sure about him at first, but you’ve all warmed up to him very quickly.
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>He may be a little awkward and shy, but he’s a real hard worker, and he’s been nothing but polite and respectful towards y’all, and every other pony is interacted with, for that matter.
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>And he’s been trying to learn all about your culture, asking you about local customs and such.
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>He’s really been putting in the effort trying to integrate himself and learn how things are done around here.
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>You’ve been enjoying being able to teach somepony new about your family traditions.
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>And since he’s living with you, he’s had a lot more opportunity to engage in those traditions than the girls do.
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>All in all, you honestly couldn’t be happier with the arrangement.
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>Anon’s a good fella. He’s got a dang good work ethic, and you’re glad to be able to call him a friend.
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>And he’s just so much better handling tools than any of y’all are, he can do some jobs dang near twice as fast as you or Macintosh.
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>You’ve all been able to get an extra few hours of free time a week, while still getting the same level of work done.
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>He may not be able to haul a plow or buck a tree, but those hands of his are great at anything that needs a finer touch.
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>You’ve been starting to realize just how lucky Twilight and Rarity are, always having Spike around helping them.
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>You really ought to do something for him to show how thankful you are for his help.
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>Truth be told… you’re actually a little worried about him at the moment.
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>That’s why you’ve been thinkin’ about him an awful lot today.
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>You swear, something was different about him today.
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>He seemed a might distant during breakfast.
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>He ain’t usually the most talkative type, but he seemed even quieter than usual.
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>Barely saying a word unless somepony talked to him first.
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>Seemed to be eating slower too, like he wasn’t really hungry.
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>Keeps on staring off at nothing in particular.
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>Maybe you’re just imagining it, but…
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>Might as well talk to him, right?
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>Better safe than sorry.
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>If he’s fine, then you can quit your worryin’ and focus on your chores.
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>But if something is bugging him, then maybe you can get it taken care of.
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>That way, you’ll both feel better.
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>You sigh as you put aside your watering can you’d been carrying.
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>You’re tending the garden today, and Anon should be off chopping firewood.
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>That’s one of the chores he’s real good at.
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>First day you had him do it, that colt chopped through a whole pile in just an hour.
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>Those hands of his sure were something.
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>As you trudge your way back towards the house, your ears begin to pick up on the rhythmic sound of logs being split by an axe.
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>Your lips curl into a smile.
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>He’s hard at work, even despite whatever’s going on with him.
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>Circling around to the side of the house where the chopping block is, you come trotting up behind Anon.
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>Even looking at him now, it feels like he’s working a bit slow.
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>Well, ‘slow’ relative to how he usually is, at least.
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>Still a fair bit faster than you can manage with it.
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>But he ain’t as fluid as he usually is.
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>His movements are awkward and stiff, and it just feels like his mind is someplace else.
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“Heya, ‘Non?”
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>He flinches as you call out his name.
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>He whips around, a bit more shocked than you intended.
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>He must not have heard you walking up.
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>You smile gently at him, trying to calm his nerves.
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“You got a minute sug?”
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>He sighs, setting the axe down on the stump before returning a somewhat forced looking smile.
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>”Course I do, Applejack. What’s up?”
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“I just wanted to ask if you’re feelin’ alright. Seems like you’re a little quieter than usual today, and I’ve just been a might concerned.”
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>His eyes averts, and he seems to hesitate for a moment before responding.
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>”I’m… fine, you don’t have to worry about me.”
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>Your eyebrow raises incredulously.
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>That was far from a reassuring answer.
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“You sure? You can always talk to me if something’s botherin’ you.”
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>He turns his head away from you, trying his best to look away.
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>Now you’re pretty sure he’s actively trying to avoid looking at you.
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>”I’m fine. Just… don’t feel well.”
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>Don’t feel well?
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>Was he coming down with something?
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>Shoot, you’d of kept him in bed if you knew he sick with something!
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>The chores ain’t so important that he can’t take a day off to rest.
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“’Non, if you’re sick then you should be in bed sugarcube.”
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>He shakes his head before you can start ushering him back to the house.
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>”No no, I’m not sick, I’m just…”
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>He stopped again, just short of telling you what was going on.
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>Because you’re very certain now that something is going on with him.
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>It seems like he wants to say something, but he’s still a little unsure about really opening up.
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>Something is definitely on his mind.
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>His eyes are constantly in motion, like he’s reading an invisible book.
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>You take a deep breath.
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>You don’t want to push him too hard, he’s probably just a little nervous about the situation.
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>Anon told you before he didn’t have a whole lot of friends even back home.
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>He probably ain’t used to opening himself up to folks, and just needs some gentle encouragement.
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>You sit down on the ground, and give him a tender smile.
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“Hey, what’s eatin’ at ya sugarcube?”
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>He finally locks eyes with you again instead of averting his gaze.
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>Seems like you might be getting through to him.
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>He stares for a moment, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
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>He sighs.
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>”I’ve… been here a while now.”
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>He pauses for a moment, drumming his fingers against his leg.
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>You stay quiet, patiently letting him gather his thoughts and find the words he wants to say.
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>”I’ve just been thinking – there’s all kinds of things that could be happening back home, and I have no way of knowing about any of it.”
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>You breathe a silent sigh of relief as you realize what’s going on with him.
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>Anon’s just getting a little homesick, that’s all.
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>All this worryin’ and fretting you were doing, and this was all there was to it.
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>Now you just wished you’d said something sooner.
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>Being off alone to fret like this ain’t gonna help him at all, he needs to get it off his chest.
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>”Something terrible could’ve happened, and I’m just… here, no idea about anything. Hell, there’s no way for me to even tell my family how I’m doing.”
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>He starts pacing back and forth a bit, staring off into the orchard.
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>“I could be the last human, you know? Everyone else could be dead as far as I know. My species could be extinct, and I’m the soul surviving member.”
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>You're taken aback by that last bit.
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>That’s… not quite what you were expecting to hear.
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>It makes some sense though, heck, you’d be worried sick about your family if you were stuck on a different world too.
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>Poor thing, no wonder he was being so distant.
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>”There could have been some war, or a natural disaster, or maybe a meteor’s hit the planet and killed everyone, and I’m the only survivor because I was here when it happened.”
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>His tone is getting increasingly agitated the more he goes on.
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>He must’ve been brooding on these things for a while.
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>”I might be the last of my kind. Isn’t that kinda fucked?”
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>He chuckles a bit, but there was zero happiness in it.
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>It was an empty, nervous laugh.
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>That knot of worry was forming up in your stomach again.
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“Anon?”
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>He doesn’t even acknowledge you, just keeps staring off as more of his fears work their way through his head.
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>”My whole species, it’s history, cultures, everything it ever was and everything it ever could be, all of it just… gone.”
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>He brings his hand to his mouth for a moment, his breathing getting more strained.
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>You had no idea he was having these types of thoughts.
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>All this time you’d been teaching him about Ponyville and farm life, and he’s been nursing these ideas in the back of his mind.
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>He’d been doing such a good job staying calm and collected this whole time that you’d barely even thought about how stressful this all must be for him.
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“Anon, hey…”
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>He shakes his head again, running his hand through his mane.
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>“My home, my country, my family, everything I ever knew just fucking gone and I’m…”
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>His voice breaks, and you’re sure you saw his shoulders heave a little.
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>Anon starts anxiously touching at his face.
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>“I-I-I just… need to… f-fuck man…”
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>He collapses to the ground, and your heart leaps into your throat.
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“Anon!”
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>You immediately jump back up onto your hooves and rush over to him.
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>In a sitting position like this, his head only came up to just about withers height.
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>You circle around him, draping your head across his shoulders and pushing your body down against his in an attempt to calm him.
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“Hey, hey – look at me sug.”
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>A choked sound emanated from him in response.
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>You circle back around to his front so you can face him more properly.
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>He has his hand clenched in his teeth, biting into it in an attempt to keep himself from completely breaking down.
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>You gently took the opposite side of his hand in your mouth, and try to pry it out.
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>He groans as you attempt to pull his hand from his jaw.
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>Letting go, you level your eyes with his.
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“Stop Anon, please. Don’t hurt yourself like this.”
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>Taking his hand in your mouth again, you gently tug at it.
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>After a moment, he hesitantly relaxes his jaw, releasing his hand from the grip of his teeth.
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>As you let his hand go, you remember the other week when Anon was showing you how his kind hugged eachother.
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>You put your hooves over his shoulders, and try to pull him against yourself.
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>You keep pushing into him, and he finally seems to catch on, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into the fur of your shoulder.
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>You lean down and rub your face against the sides and back of his head.
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“There you go. It’s gonna be okay hon, you’re okay.”
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>Now that you’re touching, you can feel just how erratic and heavy his breathing is.
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>A damp spot is forming on your shoulder where he was heaving.
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>You try to gently rub on his shoulders with your hooves and fetlocks.
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>You start mentally kicking yourself for letting it get this bad.
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>How could you have not noticed sooner?
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>Anon ain’t like some other ponies, he’s a level headed fella.
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>He ain’t the type to just suddenly start breaking down for no reason, this stress must’ve been building up in him for a while.
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>There must have been signs before that you missed, just like there were earlier today.
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>For the time being at least, the best course of action is to just let Anon get the feelings out.
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>You can talk to him more when he isn’t having a crisis.
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>But right now – he just needs to feel that somepony is here for him.
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>The minutes tick by as you sit there with Anon, embracing each other as he comes down from the emotional turmoil he just endured.
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>You keep nuzzling Anon’s neck as his breathing slowly steadies.
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>His breathing eventually reaches a slower, more controlled pace.
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>You feel him shifting in your hooves, and Anon lifts his face from your shoulder just a bit.
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>”I’m sorry.”
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>His voice sounds breathy, exhausted.
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>…Sorry?
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>Sorry?!
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>What in tarnation is he apologizing to you for?!
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“Don’t.”
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>Your voice is firm, but gentle.
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>You slide your muzzle by his ear.
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“Anon, there ain’t nothin’ for you to be sorry for.”
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>He huffs a bit on your shoulder, like he was silently laughing.
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>”I’m fucking losing it right now.”
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>You grip his shoulders a bit harder.
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“So? Way I see it, you’ve got some dang big reasons to be upset. It’s a miracle you’re holdin’ together as much as you are.”
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>You rest your head on top of his.
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“I’m the one who should be sayin’ sorry, ‘Non. I should’ve noticed how stressed out you were and said somethin’ so much sooner than I did. You never would’a gotten this bad if I’d payed more attention to ya.”
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>He nuzzles his face into your neck.
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>”No, it’s not your fault, I’m just…”
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>He sighs.
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>”It’s just been so hard. Back home, I’d never even left the country. I’ve never really been anywhere else before, never had to adapt to an entirely new culture.
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>He sniffles, wiping his eyes with his hand.
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>”And now here I am, trying to live with an entirely different species. Everything’s so different here. There’s so much to learn and get used to and I – it just feels like so much, too much.”
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>”It feels like almost everyone I talk to is afraid of me, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it – what I even can do about it.”
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>Anon had been avoiding going into town lately, even with you.
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>Lotta folks have been actin’ like they did with Zecora around him.
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>You knew it must’ve been difficult, but you didn’t realize everypony being nervous about him was affecting him this much.
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>He exhales a shaky sigh.
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>”I just feel so lost.”
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>He buries his face into your shoulder.
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>”I don’t know what to do, Applejack.”
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>It feels like a knife just stabbed into your barrel.
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>There’s such a sense of despair in his words.
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>He sounds so confused and scared, it just breaks your heart.
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“Anon?”
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>You take a deep breath, keeping your own emotions in check for his sake.
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“I’m so sorry you’re goin’ through this, Anon. I can hardly even imagine how awful it must be. Never bein’ able to see your home or family again… it’s just awful, and I honestly don’t think I could do it if I was in your hooves.”
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>You lift his head up so it rests underneath your throat again.
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”Nopony deserves to suffer like that, ‘specially not you, ‘Non.”
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>He hugs you a little bit tighter.
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>You move your hooves off his shoulders, and grip his head between them.
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>You position his head so you can look him face to face again.
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>His eyes are red and misty.
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“But I promise you Anon – I’m here to help you however I can.”
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>You press your forehead into his, putting your faces close enough to share breath.
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“I don’t care what other ponies say or think about you, you’re my friend ‘Non, and an honorary Apple no matter how different ya are from us.”
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>His breaths are getting slower and deeper
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“I’m willin’ to do what ever it takes to help you feel welcome here, and give you a place you can belong again.”
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>Anon closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before moving his arms further up your neck, and giving a more gentle hug.
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>”Thank you.”
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>His voice is barely a whisper, but you can still hear the gratitude in it.
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>You both smile.
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>You sit there just a little while longer, wanting to make sure Anon had fully calmed down.
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>When Anon starts rubbing your coat, you take it as the sign he’s closer back to his usual self again.
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“You feelin’ better, sugarcube?”
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>He releases you from his grip, and leans back.
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>”Better, yea. I think… I’ll be alright.”
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>He straightens out his mane a bit, and stands back on his feet.
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>”Should probably get back to work, right?”
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>He chuckles a bit, but you can tell he’s still a little anxious.
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>He may be calmed down, but you still don’t feel quite comfortable leaving him all alone for the moment.
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>Anon’s in a real vulnerable state, and it probably ain’t gonna take much to send him into another breakdown like that.
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“Actually, I want you to come and hang out with me the rest of the day hon. I don’t think bein’ alone is gonna do you any good.”
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>He glances over at the axe and pile of logs.
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>”But I haven’t finished chopping the wood yet.”
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>You stare up at him blankly, trying to process what he just said.
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>You’d be laughing right now if you weren’t so preoccupied with concern for Anon’s state of mind.
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>Even now, he’s still got his mind set on finishing his share of the chores
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>He’s certainly dedicated.
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“Anon – I don’t give a darn about the wood. You can easily finish that some other time. Right now, I care a whole lot more about makin’ sure you’re doin’ alright.”
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>He seems surprised by you telling him to leave it for the day, looking back and forth between you and the wood pile a couple times.
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>”Are you sure?”
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>You reached up, and hook your hoof around his hand.
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“I’m sure. What you need is a bit of quality time with a good friend, not more time spent alone brooding on your thoughts.
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>You give him a big smile.
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“Now c’mon. You can help me wrap up with my chores, then we can spend the rest of the day relaxin’ together.”
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>He smiles wistfully.
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>”Sounds… nice.”
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>As you walk together, your mind drifts towards ways of helping Anon feel more at home here.
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>Because this is his home now, and you’re gonna make dang sure he feels it.
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>Maybe there was something you could get him, to remind him of his old home and help him feel more normal?
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>Or maybe… something you could make him?
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>Anon’s diet is a bit different from a ponies, one of the first things you had to learn pretty quick was the kind of food he needed to eat, and what he couldn’t.
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>A few weeks ago, you asked Anon what sort of food he used to eat back home.
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>One of the things he told you about, was a pretty simple soup recipe his ma used to make all the time when he was just a colt.
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>It was only a few ingredients, and most of them were vegetables anyway.
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>You smile as you realize how easy it would be to make.
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>You look back at Anon.
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>He’s calmed down, but he’s still definitely a little lost in thought.
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>He’s probably trying to think up ways to cope with the situation himself.
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>Maybe a little taste of home is just the thing he needs.
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>That settles it then – you’re making that soup for Anon.
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>You don’t know what Granny planned on cooking today, but there’s gonna be a change of plans.
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>Cause you’ve already decided what’s for supper tonight.
by BuccaneerAnon
by BuccaneerAnon