He's not sure whether he should be relieved or not, but that doesn't stop the feeling from dripping into his chest, a soothing warmth over the cooling panic of the rest of his thoughts. Shealtiel's hands are in front of himself now, and he doesn't realize he's practically wringing them as he things, smooth right hand running roughly over his scarred left. )
I just—
( He has to say something. He crossed a line, he thinks. That has to be it. That has to be why she pushed him away, why they both fell, why that dream had to come to an end. But he can't look at her right now, while he's worrying about this. Can't get past the overwhelming anxiety that has him about half ready to vomit. He squeezes at his own fingers. )
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He's not sure whether he should be relieved or not, but that doesn't stop the feeling from dripping into his chest, a soothing warmth over the cooling panic of the rest of his thoughts. Shealtiel's hands are in front of himself now, and he doesn't realize he's practically wringing them as he things, smooth right hand running roughly over his scarred left. )
I just—
( He has to say something. He crossed a line, he thinks. That has to be it. That has to be why she pushed him away, why they both fell, why that dream had to come to an end. But he can't look at her right now, while he's worrying about this. Can't get past the overwhelming anxiety that has him about half ready to vomit. He squeezes at his own fingers. )
I'm sorry. For...— If I was too much.