[ I love you. Right in the chest. Almost making him physically stumble. He’s so upset. So angry. And it’s with the person he usually seeks comfort from when he’s upset and angry.
He’ll shuffle in the direction of the door, trying his best to disassociate with the intense emotion so he doesn’t fully transform. The itching is still there beneath his skin, more tentacles threatening to burst forth and bring him closer to the breaking point. ]
You’re not him. You’re not. But you seem to want to be, so … I guess what the rest of us see doesn’t matter.
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He’ll shuffle in the direction of the door, trying his best to disassociate with the intense emotion so he doesn’t fully transform. The itching is still there beneath his skin, more tentacles threatening to burst forth and bring him closer to the breaking point. ]
You’re not him. You’re not. But you seem to want to be, so … I guess what the rest of us see doesn’t matter.