[ Trunks still doesn't bring himself to say anything in regards to his mother's words, despite his hearing them.
With still standing on the desk near the stacked posters, Giru watches the way in which Bulma comforts the half-saiyan and, after a moment, he hops himself down from the desk and onto the bed and slowly walks his way over across the mattress, coming to stand behind the half-saiyan and beside Bulma.
Looking up to Bulma for a moment, eye shining with something akin to curiosity or perhaps an understanding, he looks back to the half-saiyan and reaches out, placing his small hand on the half-saiyan's upper back along with Bulma's, slowly beginning to rub at his back. He gives a this will help? this help Trunks? as he continues to do it, wanting to help his friend but, Giru being Giru, is at times unable to really understand human emotions and how to make one better when they are sad. ]
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With still standing on the desk near the stacked posters, Giru watches the way in which Bulma comforts the half-saiyan and, after a moment, he hops himself down from the desk and onto the bed and slowly walks his way over across the mattress, coming to stand behind the half-saiyan and beside Bulma.
Looking up to Bulma for a moment, eye shining with something akin to curiosity or perhaps an understanding, he looks back to the half-saiyan and reaches out, placing his small hand on the half-saiyan's upper back along with Bulma's, slowly beginning to rub at his back. He gives a this will help? this help Trunks? as he continues to do it, wanting to help his friend but, Giru being Giru, is at times unable to really understand human emotions and how to make one better when they are sad. ]