03-29-2024, 12:48 AM
Jensen felt a twinge of regret for interrupting Kristian's reverie, noting the profound absorption in his thoughts.
The pause was momentary before he approached the rail as invited, hands in his pants pockets to protect from the chill, gazing out while lending an empathetic ear to the man's confessions. As Kristian shared his unique perceptions, Jensen turned to face him fully, his expression one of compassionate curiosity. Though art was not Jensen’s forte, he appreciated beauty in its many forms, recognizing it in nature’s creations and the divine craftsmanship behind them, but he wondered at the comment.
“I can’t imagine what it’s like, experiencing the world with such intensity,” Jensen said, his voice soft yet filled with genuine intrigue. “Has it always been like this for you, seeing beyond what most of us can, even as a child?” He pondered the notion, visualizing a young Kristian trying to navigate a world overloaded with unseen stimuli. “It must be overwhelming at times,” he continued, empathetically trying to picture the sensory overload Kristian described. Focusing on one person out of a large group must be like listening to a whisper while a symphony plays out of tune. Jensen wondered if Kristian perceived any unseen layers around him now, hoping such visions were not causing distress.
Observing Kristian’s weary gesture of removing his mask and massaging his temple, Jensen's instinct to help surfaced. “You know, I might be able to help alleviate some of that discomfort,” he offered gently, his concern palpable. “I’d be happy to try, with your consent, of course.”
The pause was momentary before he approached the rail as invited, hands in his pants pockets to protect from the chill, gazing out while lending an empathetic ear to the man's confessions. As Kristian shared his unique perceptions, Jensen turned to face him fully, his expression one of compassionate curiosity. Though art was not Jensen’s forte, he appreciated beauty in its many forms, recognizing it in nature’s creations and the divine craftsmanship behind them, but he wondered at the comment.
“I can’t imagine what it’s like, experiencing the world with such intensity,” Jensen said, his voice soft yet filled with genuine intrigue. “Has it always been like this for you, seeing beyond what most of us can, even as a child?” He pondered the notion, visualizing a young Kristian trying to navigate a world overloaded with unseen stimuli. “It must be overwhelming at times,” he continued, empathetically trying to picture the sensory overload Kristian described. Focusing on one person out of a large group must be like listening to a whisper while a symphony plays out of tune. Jensen wondered if Kristian perceived any unseen layers around him now, hoping such visions were not causing distress.
Observing Kristian’s weary gesture of removing his mask and massaging his temple, Jensen's instinct to help surfaced. “You know, I might be able to help alleviate some of that discomfort,” he offered gently, his concern palpable. “I’d be happy to try, with your consent, of course.”