[ Cisco is shocked by the intensity of the feeling - not only because it is not his, and not only he's never felt anything quite like it, but because Beverly has always seemed like a relatively happy woman to him.
Does she feel like this all the time? Has she been hiding it? Enduring it, without asking for help?
He knows he ought to be focusing on the mystery of why the two of them are linked, trying to figure out the rules, but the aching weight of worry and not-knowing is too heavy on his chest to focus. So, instead of reacting like a scientist, he asks: ]
What's he like? Your son? Maybe... maybe if we talk about him, it won't hurt as much.
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Does she feel like this all the time? Has she been hiding it? Enduring it, without asking for help?
He knows he ought to be focusing on the mystery of why the two of them are linked, trying to figure out the rules, but the aching weight of worry and not-knowing is too heavy on his chest to focus. So, instead of reacting like a scientist, he asks: ]
What's he like? Your son? Maybe... maybe if we talk about him, it won't hurt as much.
[ It's the only solution he can think of. ]