"No, no. It's not you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's just - I'm sorry, I'm a mess, I can't..." His eyes fill with tears and he sniffles, scrubbing the back of his hand against his eyes. "... You deserve someone less broken than me."
He stands and hops over to his prosthetic, starting to pull it on. He needs to shower, but having more stability will help. "... I can't... sorry. I want to... hold you. Hug you. Kiss you. I don't know if anything else has... um. Crossed your mind. But the idea of that is... I want to, I really do, but I... I don't want to get scared and hurt you. I... I'm just... sorry. The whole... Prince Crab thing is..."
He slams a fist against the wall, pressing his forehead to it. The noise rings a little in the space and he slumps. "... Why me, schatzi? Why can't I have one of those legends that at least doesn't have so much shitty people in it?"
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Date: 2024-03-30 11:28 pm (UTC)From:He stands and hops over to his prosthetic, starting to pull it on. He needs to shower, but having more stability will help. "... I can't... sorry. I want to... hold you. Hug you. Kiss you. I don't know if anything else has... um. Crossed your mind. But the idea of that is... I want to, I really do, but I... I don't want to get scared and hurt you. I... I'm just... sorry. The whole... Prince Crab thing is..."
He slams a fist against the wall, pressing his forehead to it. The noise rings a little in the space and he slumps. "... Why me, schatzi? Why can't I have one of those legends that at least doesn't have so much shitty people in it?"