[ How in the hell is he even supposed to answer that?
He takes his hand away from her wrist, not to end contact but to scratch at his eyebrow with his thumbnail. It's an unconscious tic, and it's back in place after a second. ]
I mean yeah, I never-- Kyna, I was never... pissed at you, or upset with you, or like...
[ You know, anything like that. It's just that one thing, that same thing that hasn't changed just because they've talked about it.
He blows out another frustrated breath, but it's muted and it's quiet.
How in the hell does he put this into perspective? ]
In the last, like, fifteen years nobody I've met has ever known my mom's name. Nobody's been in my apartment — you know, before my apartment got ripped out of the ground. I haven't been to anybody's place for Thanksgiving or Christmas. I literally- I literally don't do... this. I don't know if I'm even capable of what it feels like you want.
[ Letting himself. Opening up, getting attached, choosing to be vulnerable or whatever. So if that's what she's expecting from him right now — Jesus, what the fuck is he even supposed to do? What makes this any different? It's not even yet a matter of if he wants to change, he doesn't even know if it's possible.
He is out of touch with everything deeper than skin. ]
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He takes his hand away from her wrist, not to end contact but to scratch at his eyebrow with his thumbnail. It's an unconscious tic, and it's back in place after a second. ]
I mean yeah, I never-- Kyna, I was never... pissed at you, or upset with you, or like...
[ You know, anything like that. It's just that one thing, that same thing that hasn't changed just because they've talked about it.
He blows out another frustrated breath, but it's muted and it's quiet.
How in the hell does he put this into perspective? ]
In the last, like, fifteen years nobody I've met has ever known my mom's name. Nobody's been in my apartment — you know, before my apartment got ripped out of the ground. I haven't been to anybody's place for Thanksgiving or Christmas. I literally- I literally don't do... this. I don't know if I'm even capable of what it feels like you want.
[ Letting himself. Opening up, getting attached, choosing to be vulnerable or whatever. So if that's what she's expecting from him right now — Jesus, what the fuck is he even supposed to do? What makes this any different? It's not even yet a matter of if he wants to change, he doesn't even know if it's possible.
He is out of touch with everything deeper than skin. ]