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7th Chapter
When I woke up, BB was still gently stroking my wings with his whole hand, it was very soothing. I looked up at him, and he smiled, "Do you feel better, Angel?" I nodded. "Good, are you ready to try out your tub? Raven just filled a small thermos with water on the warmer side of warm, hoping it won't cool too quickly. She said she'd help you, while I go shower. You can ask her to close the roof, or just the bathroom shader, after pouring the water. It won't hurt her feelings, because none of us watch the others in those ways. Just promise me, that you'll ask if you need help?" I nodded.
He got off of the bed, still holding me against his chest. He walked me to my house, and gently lowered me to the front door. Then I turned to him, before I went inside. He changed into a green finger monkey, and leaped from the floor to right next to me, he caught me as I started falling backwards in surprise. He eased my nerves with a hug, then gestured to the front door. So we went inside.
He followed me through the house. I had left all the doors open. So we just walked through. He went to the communicator in the living room, and turned the movie off, to see the live video feed of the common room. Where everyone else is, "I'll have to teach you how to use this. It's got lots of advanced features. The most important feature for you, is this button, it's your specific distress button, we made sure it was red on yours, to symbolize an emergency or distress. Don't touch it if you aren't modest, because you will be visible to whoever responds. Same goes for any and all calls, they can see you too." I nod to him, "Okay."
Seeming to end with only one lesson, BB walked toward the bedroom, so I followed. He was indicating some clothes on the bed, "Seems, that Star, picked an outfit out already, it's up to you what you wear though. Here," he hands me a pretty golden bathrobe, "you might need this, if you need help from Raven. The only bad part about this place is that you'll need help to move things around. Most everything is made of metal, wood, or glass. The kitchen and desk chairs,are made of the lightest plastic they could find, so you shouldn't have too much trouble moving those."
"There's a button on the inside of the closet door, to turn on the light. I could open it all up and display everything at once for you to see, but it will probably work best for you as a walk in closet. It's also big enough, you could even change inside it, so there should be a chair in the back, Starfire put more stuff in your house, while you slept, including more moveable chairs." He glanced back at me, "Star made me promise I'd finish telling you about the closet, because she didn't get the chance, but she understood."
He paused and then continued, "I liked the idea of coming in with you, instead of pointing from above, like everyone else has to do." I couldn't resist his adorableness any longer, I ran to him and wrapped him in a hug, "You're so cute and fuzzy, Gar, I can practically hug you for real, like this. Heeheehee." The statement was happy, yet sad at the same time, and brought tears to my eyes. "Angel?" Worry in his eyes, he pulled me closer, and hugged me tightly, yet as gently as always.
Poor Beastboy, "I don't mean to be so sad, I really I don't. Honestly, I'm really happy, too. It's amazing to have someone my size occasionally, but I still long to hug like I'm a real person. I mean, I know you're you in there, but you aren't really you, when you're in a different form, are you? You have to be different just to be near me, in this way. It's a little frustrating, but even this is better than what I can never have again." I wasn't even sure I was saying this right. Shaking my head I continue, "I'm sorry. I guess, it's just that I miss my mom and her hugs, more than anything. How can I get past that? Will this heartache, be there forever? Does it ever get easier?" My eyes are practically pleading for an answer.
He looked at me and sighed, "It's kind of like breaking your wrist, physically the healing takes time, and the pain will dull and seem to fade away, until the seasons of life change like rain, storms, and the cold hard times, when they ache again, and eventually fade. Occationally, bumping a memory here or there, can cause aches and pains, but they usually don't last long. It's like the pain hides until it is able to rise to the surface, and then dips back down into the depths again to hide." He looks down at me, "Does that make sense?" I nodded, feeling a little better, just by talking to him about it, and sharing his monkey hugs.
Just having him explain this brings tears to my eyes.Remember that sometimes, the silliest, funniest people, can be hiding the most pain and hurt. Sometimes even hiding behind their own jokes and laughter.I'm guilty of hiding behind a joke or two myself.