[There's a but, though, and he presses his lips into a tight line while he decides whether to say it or not. Doesn't like talking in general, hates talking about the things he'd surely have to talk about in fucking therapy, but he also doesn't like the way she pulls back and in, away from him. He has to hold himself back from clinging too hard in response or pulling her in, because that's the first step of a vicious cycle that is way too familiar (in the short term might freak her out, too, and she shouldn't have to worry about this when there's so much else to worry over).
And he's already thought it - this is something that happens over and over so it's obviously him - so it's either try to fix it or shut himself out from everyone. So he lets out a long, slow sigh, moves his head like he's going to scrub at his face but his hand doesn't budge. Yeah, getting better would be. Good.]
...what if I try it, once.
[It's not really the answer he's waiting on so much as her response to the question.]
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[There's a but, though, and he presses his lips into a tight line while he decides whether to say it or not. Doesn't like talking in general, hates talking about the things he'd surely have to talk about in fucking therapy, but he also doesn't like the way she pulls back and in, away from him. He has to hold himself back from clinging too hard in response or pulling her in, because that's the first step of a vicious cycle that is way too familiar (in the short term might freak her out, too, and she shouldn't have to worry about this when there's so much else to worry over).
And he's already thought it - this is something that happens over and over so it's obviously him - so it's either try to fix it or shut himself out from everyone. So he lets out a long, slow sigh, moves his head like he's going to scrub at his face but his hand doesn't budge. Yeah, getting better would be. Good.]
...what if I try it, once.
[It's not really the answer he's waiting on so much as her response to the question.]