"Touch is a language all its own. And good touch, even if it's only just as a gesture of camaraderie, or friendship, can be fulfilling in its own way. Touching is another way of exploring the world around us. And of those we meet. You can learn a lot about someone just in how they want or do not want to touch a person."
Slowly, he withdraws his hand, letting it drop to his side. Although his food situation is not the most secure, he closes his eyes, and focuses on shapeshifting just a little bit. Until the ends of the antenna upon his head start to faintly light up like pieces of fiber cable lights. He lets the appendage sit near his face, to offer Connor a small glimpse at him.
He hesitates, though, processing the footsteps pounding past. His body tenses, preparing for a fight, until the steps continue to speed away. His shoulders drop back down, relaxing.
"To find other pleasures, I paint. I draw what I see in the world. Sometimes, I bend metal into unique shapes and turn it into different types, just to see how else I can alter the reality it once held into something new. Often, I tinker, with the ship, and its components. But my life is... not an ideal for many. I spent most of it in voluntary isolation until I was certain that I would not harm others with my transmittable condition.
"For all I know now, I fall into what small pleasures I already know, because they are safe. Because I need not feel scared, if I take no risks on something new."
He frowns a little, the moth-like antenna on his head casting just enough light to his features to show it.
"There is so much to the world around us, that there is so much for you to still discover about yourself, even if you think you know everything there is about yourself."
Glenn manages a small smile for him, though it's stiff from muscle disuse.
"...Someone I loved said that so long ago. I know my voice is not the most reassuring, but I promise you: there is so much to be found, in this world, and in any other. As for your components, If I can get my body to work right in this place, I can shape parts of me to my will, to match what you need. With enough energy, I can simply regrow what I have lost. And it would not hurt me in a way that matters."
cw: body horror talk/willing masochism/implied (temporary) body part nullification (I'm sorry)
Slowly, he withdraws his hand, letting it drop to his side. Although his food situation is not the most secure, he closes his eyes, and focuses on shapeshifting just a little bit. Until the ends of the antenna upon his head start to faintly light up like pieces of fiber cable lights. He lets the appendage sit near his face, to offer Connor a small glimpse at him.
He hesitates, though, processing the footsteps pounding past. His body tenses, preparing for a fight, until the steps continue to speed away. His shoulders drop back down, relaxing.
"To find other pleasures, I paint. I draw what I see in the world. Sometimes, I bend metal into unique shapes and turn it into different types, just to see how else I can alter the reality it once held into something new. Often, I tinker, with the ship, and its components. But my life is... not an ideal for many. I spent most of it in voluntary isolation until I was certain that I would not harm others with my transmittable condition.
"For all I know now, I fall into what small pleasures I already know, because they are safe. Because I need not feel scared, if I take no risks on something new."
He frowns a little, the moth-like antenna on his head casting just enough light to his features to show it.
"There is so much to the world around us, that there is so much for you to still discover about yourself, even if you think you know everything there is about yourself."
Glenn manages a small smile for him, though it's stiff from muscle disuse.
"...Someone I loved said that so long ago. I know my voice is not the most reassuring, but I promise you: there is so much to be found, in this world, and in any other. As for your components, If I can get my body to work right in this place, I can shape parts of me to my will, to match what you need. With enough energy, I can simply regrow what I have lost. And it would not hurt me in a way that matters."