[ That answer comes with conviction. His grip tightens a little on his clothes, as though trying to get him to look up again.
He feels terrible, like he's ruined what was supposed to be a nice outing. All he ever does is ruin things for them, it seems like. He's trying to figure out how to navigate this, but every pang of hurt he feels from Syrlya throws him off, and that's all he ever seems capable of doing. He wishes he knew what to say to get him to open up once he shuts down like this. He wishes Syrlya would tell him what he wants. ]
no subject
[ That answer comes with conviction. His grip tightens a little on his clothes, as though trying to get him to look up again.
He feels terrible, like he's ruined what was supposed to be a nice outing. All he ever does is ruin things for them, it seems like. He's trying to figure out how to navigate this, but every pang of hurt he feels from Syrlya throws him off, and that's all he ever seems capable of doing. He wishes he knew what to say to get him to open up once he shuts down like this. He wishes Syrlya would tell him what he wants. ]
If you're leaving, then let me walk you home.
[ Even if it is in silence. ]
I insist.