"... Love you too, schatzi." He reaches up and takes Shang Beida's cheeks into his hands. "... You're wonderful." He's not going to debate the 'not blaming him for things that he can't control' thing. Of course it's his fault - Fate exists to fuck all of the children of the gods over in some way or another. He didn't ask to be born, but that doesn't mean that things that happen aren't himself.
He pushes those thoughts away. "... We should probably take care of my legs, too. I... um. I'm sorry if it... bothers you. I... I'd understand if you didn't want to help clean it -"
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Date: 2024-03-19 10:47 pm (UTC)From:He pushes those thoughts away. "... We should probably take care of my legs, too. I... um. I'm sorry if it... bothers you. I... I'd understand if you didn't want to help clean it -"