Clement
"Who?" Irsia questioned at first. Ah, but then she understood it. Allister was probably talking about the public eye. The one that sometimes got too close to personal matters. "You're absolutely right. I understand how that is too." Irsia commented, leaning over. "You're so young too, so it can be a lot of stress." She reached out to put a hand over him but she decided not to. It wasn't hard to see how nervous he was around her. The grocery thing was an honest mistake, but she still felt bad about it. 

"Is there anything you want to talk about? I'm all ears. I understand not feeling like you can have a private life." She remembered the first time she was on the news: the day she decided to talk to the mayor of her city. That ended up being a challenge she was NOWHERE close to being prepared for. Even with her success that just made her name spread farther. 

"I think people forget that. Some people love to be in the spotlight and sometimes the public thinks everyone is like that."
Fred
"Ye'," Was all Allister could say to any of that. Irsia said she understood him, but did she really. Ugh, who knew. For a ten year old with terrible social anxiety, he was actually pretty good at parsing through the lies and bull crap people said to him. So many times, people would approach him, saying things like, "I understand how you feel," Or, "I'm the same way, my parents have high expectations of me." But they didn't know anything really. Parents with high expectations were one thing, but having a whole region expect something from you? 
... 
It was too much. At least for him. Allister had given up on trying to be likeable or charismatic the day he arrived, but that only made people more interested in him. He'd gone from nobody to talk of the town, all because some fancy guy in a suit said, "Awe, wouldn't you make a cute gym leader."

But why the hell did Irsia care? She wasn't one of them, she was a normal person. She had no reason to worry about him, this random boy she'd just met today, but she still did. She still cared about him, he guessed because of her... Her motherly love... 

*"Stop remindin' me of the only person who ever loved me..."*

Allister chocked back a sob.
"Yeah, 'm fine. Leave me alone!" He snapped, before leaving the kitchen and running up to his room.
Clement
Irsia watched as Allister yet again, ran off. She didn't think it was something she should get involved with... But an extremely emotional child like himself, it really pulled at her heart. She didn't know if it was instinct, but his running away could have actually been... A call for someone to get closer. She really didn't know this boy. And he didn't have a lot of reasons to be comfortable with her. She guessed she'd just stay there for a while...
*Until Grookey decided to hop onto the floor and follow after the boy!* "Hey!" She blinked, getting up to also follow him. What was he up to? Gah, now she *Had* To see what was going on. She'd try her best to follow him, most likely on her way to  .