[The words come out too loud, pitched up into a near-shriek and he moves swiftly out of Steak's reach, hands clenched and shaking at his sides. Uncharacteristic, sharp panic spikes up and drowns out anything that he might feel in return.]
You asked for this, Steak. You wanted this, and if it's too much for you then we can end it.
[He rakes his hands through his hair, shaking it free of the ribbon holding it back and catching the slim length of fabric around one hand. So long-- so long of just keeping his worries to himself, and he can't keep them from crashing out of him like storm waves.]
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[The words come out too loud, pitched up into a near-shriek and he moves swiftly out of Steak's reach, hands clenched and shaking at his sides. Uncharacteristic, sharp panic spikes up and drowns out anything that he might feel in return.]
You asked for this, Steak. You wanted this, and if it's too much for you then we can end it.
[He rakes his hands through his hair, shaking it free of the ribbon holding it back and catching the slim length of fabric around one hand. So long-- so long of just keeping his worries to himself, and he can't keep them from crashing out of him like storm waves.]
And I'll handle it by myself.