[Red holds out the bottle a few more seconds, arm wavering, before he finally gives up and lowers it to the ground, defeated. He stares down at his own lap and bites his lip in frustration and helplessness. He has to blink back sudden tears. If he could just tell Green what the Lemonade was, why Red wants him to drink it, this might all be easier. But Red can't talk; even thinking of it now almost makes him sick.
Green never listened when Red talked, anyway. Nobody did. Even at Silph, when the workers hiding in the building just told him to shut up and go away whenever he tried to help them and he–
Pikachu, sensing something amiss, jumps over to Red where he's kneeling on the ground. Pikachu noses at its trainer's bare arm in concern. When Red doesn't respond, the electric-type makes a small buzzing sound and tries again. Red doesn't act like he's even heard.]
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Green never listened when Red talked, anyway. Nobody did. Even at Silph, when the workers hiding in the building just told him to shut up and go away whenever he tried to help them and he–
Pikachu, sensing something amiss, jumps over to Red where he's kneeling on the ground. Pikachu noses at its trainer's bare arm in concern. When Red doesn't respond, the electric-type makes a small buzzing sound and tries again. Red doesn't act like he's even heard.]