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cw: homophobia

[klussy]

Sorry.

(He doesn't look at Richie then, looking down instead at the vials. Mostly because he knew the face Richie must be making and he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle it. It wasn't like their thing for over-touching had begun only after they started dating. They had never had any real personal space between them their entire friendship. Even now, it felt weird to not reach back out to Richie.

He fiddles with his prosthetic, popping finger joints out before clicking them back into place, feeling an increasing sense of pressure in his chest. He does glance at Richie then, and part of him just wants to throw caution to the wind and throw his arms back around him and start sobbing hysterically just to get it out of his system. His eyes linger over where Richie's ear used to be and he knows - knows they haven't been those boys in a long time. And they likely never would be ever again at this point.

But it's the part of him that knows he could possibly kill Richie with that kind of emotional outburst that has him staying in his seat. His eyes are wet, but more than that, his eyes have grown dark where the whites should be. Black flecks began to fester across his cheek, consuming first his freckles and then creeping over towards the side of his head.)

I am too much. You're way too patient with me. I feel like maybe I - (He takes in a slow, measured breath, trying to calm down enough to get the spores to chill. That was so much easier said than done.)

I was really selfish. I've had way more years to adjust to stuff and I was completely desensitized by how many people just constantly leave. Everyone leaves. Everyone. (Even the people he figured never would.) And it made me feel too jaded about being private 'cause I just figured anyone who found out would be gone in a month, so who cares. But it was shitty of me to want so much from something so new. And to like, make you feel guilty for not being able to be open with me. I don't even want to be open anymore anyway.

(It was stupid. It had always been stupid. A few spores float off of his skin and he rubs at his cheek, feeling some of the pressure break apart.)

Seems like any blood will do. It doesn't really feel like being a vampire again. I don't feel blood-starved. But I've only really been trying warmblood lately.