( ignore the blatant character change, I'll try to make the shift as subtle as possible cat_sweatdrop )
Seles frowns, carmine eyes narrowing slightly. He tilts his head, watching lips form words, the work of throat, the pull of skin at the edges of Kujaku's eyes. The loneliness he speaks of is in the rim of the silvette's countenance, like some crack in the chassis. Seles shifts, suddenly uncomfortable, and tries not to stare at the appendages expanding from Kujaku's back.
"I," Seles tries, failing horribly at pulling some wit from the mess of his head. He searches the confines of grey matter and finds no source of comfort, no lead as to how to behave, so he merely shrugs, a roll of the shoulders that makes a popping sound as he flicks his crimson gaze back to the silvette's face.
'...I understand," he says finally, all pretense aside. And it's true, to a degree; empathy in the knowledge that they have similar dispositions. Another shrug, this time followed by a hand brushing aimlessly at the back of his head
"Thank you for allowing me to be here...and for not baring me for trespassing."