"Ethan, Jesus—" His arm props against the back of the couch and he leans into it.
"You can't always assume that I'm having an emotional response to something you did wrong. Sometimes I'm just... feeling a way about something in the moment, you know?" He scuffs his hand lightly against his hair.
"Putting shit like that on yourself every time isn't fair on you. Or me."
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Date: 2025-02-10 04:28 pm (UTC)"Ethan, Jesus—" His arm props against the back of the couch and he leans into it.
"You can't always assume that I'm having an emotional response to something you did wrong. Sometimes I'm just... feeling a way about something in the moment, you know?" He scuffs his hand lightly against his hair.
"Putting shit like that on yourself every time isn't fair on you. Or me."