"Good," Chiyu said with strange conviction. She didn't want the feeling to go away. She really didn't care if it was real or because of the blood. It felt good. She liked to burrow into the feelings and ignore everything else. That was probably a bad idea, but she was still getting the hang of everything. Maybe someday, she'd be able to face the reality like Julian had. But then, he didn't seem to think it was all bad either.
She nodded. Because his explanations made sense. From what she'd seen, what she'd experienced, they all dealt with it constantly and in different ways. Cian withdrew, Connie acted out, and Julian, well, he was the one who was harder to figure out. She assumed when he disappeared that was his way of dealing.
"Just stop thinking," she repeated. "Yeah, that's what happened. After awhile I was so tired but I wanted to stay in the moment because it was so good and he needed it. But I was so gone and I just kind of drifted off."
Worrying her lip, Chiyu hesitated before talking about what had led up to Connie fucking her like that. "I tried to help Connie because he was screaming and hitting himself, but it felt like for a minute it just made it worse. I know it's gonna happen again. Is there something I can do to help him?"