[He stares at Figaro. A bit wide-eyed, just drinking in the sight of him at his counter. Gepard wishes he hadn't taken off his shirt, his pants, but to retreat might mean losing the moment, or, worse Figaro (what is his name, what is his name) leaving in the meantime.]
Thank you. [He breathes it out, and then shakes his head, just- he has to focus. Words (at least when it came to interpersonal things, not work, when it came to feelings) had never been his strong suit, but he had to try to muddle his way through.
But he can face this. He faced monsters trying to eat his head. This is nothing by comparison. He doesn't move, in part because he's...fucking nude underneath the comforter, and in part because, well.]
I didn't think you would come back. I would've found another way to help you if you didn't- don't want to see me again, and I wouldn't blame you after last night. [Well, because that.] I'm sorry for what happened.
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Date: 2024-06-08 11:43 pm (UTC)Thank you. [He breathes it out, and then shakes his head, just- he has to focus. Words (at least when it came to interpersonal things, not work, when it came to feelings) had never been his strong suit, but he had to try to muddle his way through.
But he can face this. He faced monsters trying to eat his head. This is nothing by comparison. He doesn't move, in part because he's...fucking nude underneath the comforter, and in part because, well.]
I didn't think you would come back. I would've found another way to help you if you didn't- don't want to see me again, and I wouldn't blame you after last night. [Well, because that.] I'm sorry for what happened.