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You're afraid of losing them. It only makes sense that you are; aside from romantic interests, you're practically family. In spite of everything they've clearly been going through and putting onto you, wanting what's best for them is the only thought that immediately occurs to you. You have every right to be angry. But that feels bad. And you already fear you're hurting them by being close to them in the first place. That being the person they love makes it inevitable that... wanting what you want hurts them.
You don't think he's ready.
 I don't think I am either. But I can't fix anything by just smiling about it. I need to be direct with him. I need... I want to understand him.
That'll fix it?
It'll do something. I can figure things out afterwards. I always have.
"Sorry, uh..."
Bran stops walking to the elevator and looks over his shoulder to Tor'me.
"What exactly are you going to say to him?"
...I didn't really have it put into words yet.
"I think I'm gonna go and ask him what's going on in his head."
Tor'me and It'kara just looked confused, but everyone stopped walking anyways so Bran kept talking. "Yeah, so I think we can all agree that something's been bothering him ever since you guys came down to the planet. Uh... no offense."
Tor'me put a palm up, then It'kara shook their head alongside him. None taken, thankfully.
"Yeah, but I really don't know what I can do to help him get through it or move past it or whatever he needs to do. So... maybe if I can get him to tell me exactly what he's feeling or thinking... you - or someone else can help him?"
Bran expected one of them to say anything. They didn't.
"Okay then," It'kara suddenly let out, actually making Bran jump a bit. "I think that makes sense."
"As long as Joshua is open to receiving help, we'll do what we can."
"Okay," Bran sighed, turning back to the elevator, pressing the button that leads to the plaza.
"Do you think he will?" asked Tor'me, making Bran freeze a bit, then turn back to look at him with his eyes getting a little hot.
Then he let some of his stress finally come out in words and tone to Tor'me; "I don't know." It left his stomach feeling empty.
The elevator opened up behind him, and Tor'me walked up beside Bran to brace his shoulders. "Well, I guess we can't know until we try, huh?"
"Yeah," It'kara said, stepping into the elevator and keeping the door open. "Emphasis on 'we'," they finished, grinning to Bran.