[ That...that should be simple enough, right? Tell her what he's feeling. He exhales sharply through his nose, wrangling his thoughts as best he can, but there is once again so very much to sort through. He just...has a lot of feelings, all the time. It overwhelms him, threatens to suffocate him. It always has, but it's been extra pronounced since arriving here.
Still in her grasp, his wrist starts to pull towards his heart, as if he must hold in an ache there that threatens to spill forth. ]
My...my heart, it...it feels...
[ Empty. Cold. Void of the friendship which once filled it. But why is that so hard to admit? Is he just afraid she too will realize what a loser he is, and drop him just when they had a chance at becoming friends?
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Still in her grasp, his wrist starts to pull towards his heart, as if he must hold in an ache there that threatens to spill forth. ]
My...my heart, it...it feels...
[ Empty. Cold. Void of the friendship which once filled it. But why is that so hard to admit? Is he just afraid she too will realize what a loser he is, and drop him just when they had a chance at becoming friends?
He makes a strangled sound. ]
...Heavy.