[He would scold Basch for thinking that way, if he really knew how deeply it went. His affliction doesn't define him, after all. No apologies, he says, and Olivine almost crumbles for a second. There's no sadness in it, just more... well, surprise, honestly.]
So—alright. [how many times has he apologized? Clawed fingers tuck his hair back and he speaks again, Olivine's brows rising in surprise with every comment. They can't be true statements, he's sure, but... but he wants to believe in them.] I... then...
[It's so selfish, he feels. The thought of asking twists in his heart like nothing else, guilty and selfish even though he's just been told Basch wants to make him happy. He's already so happy, isn't he?]
... I don't really want to be apart from you until I have to. [His gaze drops, cheeks hot. It's too selfish, and he wouldn't blame Basch for deciding it really was too much. Still, he can't make himself not be honest. The blond doesn't deserve that.]
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Date: 2024-05-21 02:28 am (UTC)So—alright. [how many times has he apologized? Clawed fingers tuck his hair back and he speaks again, Olivine's brows rising in surprise with every comment. They can't be true statements, he's sure, but... but he wants to believe in them.] I... then...
[It's so selfish, he feels. The thought of asking twists in his heart like nothing else, guilty and selfish even though he's just been told Basch wants to make him happy. He's already so happy, isn't he?]
... I don't really want to be apart from you until I have to. [His gaze drops, cheeks hot. It's too selfish, and he wouldn't blame Basch for deciding it really was too much. Still, he can't make himself not be honest. The blond doesn't deserve that.]