[ It happens in an instant, before Vasiliy can anticipate and respondβthe alien stretches out its neck to examine his stethoscope, presumably drawn in by the metal's shine, then noses it, at which point it comes crashing down onto the floor. The creature bolts directly towards him, scrabbling on the smooth floor, clearly frantic, andβcurls up behind him, like it's hiding.
There's no other interpretation, as outlandish as it is, than it finding a sense of safety in him. Than it trusting him, and, in light of that revelation, it's hard not to feel... some degree of fondness for the being that has so chosen to invest its trust in him. He feels similarly compelled to help it. ]
It's okay. It's okay.
[ It (probably?) doesn't understand human speech, but he already knows it understands tone, so that's what he focuses on, keeping his voice low and soft as he addresses the creature at his legs. ]
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There's no other interpretation, as outlandish as it is, than it finding a sense of safety in him. Than it trusting him, and, in light of that revelation, it's hard not to feel... some degree of fondness for the being that has so chosen to invest its trust in him. He feels similarly compelled to help it. ]
It's okay. It's okay.
[ It (probably?) doesn't understand human speech, but he already knows it understands tone, so that's what he focuses on, keeping his voice low and soft as he addresses the creature at his legs. ]
It's just my stethoscope? See? All safe.