A comic about how I don't always know how to give people their space when I'm worried about them.
thank you for making a good comic.
I relate to both characters.
Admittedly most of the time I exaggerate my blueness. I even deliberately confuse others so as to stay beyond their help. Sometimes it's the best way to be alone.
This makes it hard for me to comfort others since it's not clear who is really in need of comfort; I have been manipulated before. And as you said, we often don't know HOW to comfort. It's like handling china, hoping not to say one wrong word.
I also stop short of pancakes, and I can think of no reason why.
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Funny x)