He almost snaps, that single syllable clearly conveying irritation, but then he breathes in and out and shakes his head, and pushes himself up on to his elbow again to bump his forehead softly to Abel's.
"It's not you. I'm just..."
A sigh.
"I know what I did, all right? And I know how much it fucked with you. I will never forget the way you looked at me when you confronted me about it and I told you you were right. And it just... feels weird to have all of it used like some kind of fucking therapy tool for someone else."
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Date: 2024-12-08 11:30 pm (UTC)He almost snaps, that single syllable clearly conveying irritation, but then he breathes in and out and shakes his head, and pushes himself up on to his elbow again to bump his forehead softly to Abel's.
"It's not you. I'm just..."
A sigh.
"I know what I did, all right? And I know how much it fucked with you. I will never forget the way you looked at me when you confronted me about it and I told you you were right. And it just... feels weird to have all of it used like some kind of fucking therapy tool for someone else."