He learns things. From the people he's around, the way people treat him.
My mom kissed him on the head and he figured out that's something you do when you care about someone. The pudding is someone else's favorite, someone who makes him happy, so now it makes him happy, too. He knows that you put your arms around people when they look sad. He's always...asking me things, sort of, because he needs me in order to understand, he's always asking "what does this mean, so what do I do".
Before I even knew his name, knew what he was, he would bring me things to try to make me happy. Like granting wishes, fulfilling whims. He's...
I try to let him do as many things as I can because I want to see what he's like when he's not punching things. I want him to have things that aren't punching.
(I'm not trying to make some kind of bullshit analogy or something, that's just why I try to let him do the things he does.)
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My mom kissed him on the head and he figured out that's something you do when you care about someone. The pudding is someone else's favorite, someone who makes him happy, so now it makes him happy, too. He knows that you put your arms around people when they look sad. He's always...asking me things, sort of, because he needs me in order to understand, he's always asking "what does this mean, so what do I do".
Before I even knew his name, knew what he was, he would bring me things to try to make me happy. Like granting wishes, fulfilling whims. He's...
I try to let him do as many things as I can because I want to see what he's like when he's not punching things. I want him to have things that aren't punching.
(I'm not trying to make some kind of bullshit analogy or something, that's just why I try to let him do the things he does.)