[When the ball rolls up to Garry, he smiles and picks it up. About to hand it off to whichever child kicked it too hard in his direction... though. He hadn't expected to recognize that child.
Mary... he was told that she was here, and had been here for about two years. That she hadn't told anyone of the horrors of the Gallery, or of what mistakes she had made there. And that she was going to be terrified to see Garry, and worried he'll tell everyone that she was a bad girl and ruin her friendships. It really was a good thing he had been warned, beforehand. He would have reacted... so poorly to her.
He can hear himself saying "I should say the same to you." in response to Mary's outburst-- and that's just immature of him.]
...I'm not mad at you, Mary.
[Garry responds to her anger so gently, and softly. Showing no fear, no anger, and no worries as he hands the beach ball out to the young girl.]
its fiiiiiiine
Mary... he was told that she was here, and had been here for about two years. That she hadn't told anyone of the horrors of the Gallery, or of what mistakes she had made there. And that she was going to be terrified to see Garry, and worried he'll tell everyone that she was a bad girl and ruin her friendships. It really was a good thing he had been warned, beforehand. He would have reacted... so poorly to her.
He can hear himself saying "I should say the same to you." in response to Mary's outburst-- and that's just immature of him.]
...I'm not mad at you, Mary.
[Garry responds to her anger so gently, and softly. Showing no fear, no anger, and no worries as he hands the beach ball out to the young girl.]