[It’s hard to answer at first, every excuse or justification he has jumbling together into white noise that doesn’t make it past his lips.
The absolute audacity.
The sheer gall to say something like that ti Owen. If he were feeling generous he’d give him points for boldness, because he had thought Otegine just a bit of a doormat, but this is…
His fingers curl into the fabric of Otegine’s jacket, and he wishes he could tear it apart. He can’t, though. At most he might be able to pluck at the seams, but that wouldn’t satisfy the feeling he can’t explain.
No respect for himself? Doesn’t want to feel seen? He doesn’t even know what the latter one means but he knows he hates the way it makes him feel.]
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[It’s hard to answer at first, every excuse or justification he has jumbling together into white noise that doesn’t make it past his lips.
The absolute audacity.
The sheer gall to say something like that ti Owen. If he were feeling generous he’d give him points for boldness, because he had thought Otegine just a bit of a doormat, but this is…
His fingers curl into the fabric of Otegine’s jacket, and he wishes he could tear it apart. He can’t, though. At most he might be able to pluck at the seams, but that wouldn’t satisfy the feeling he can’t explain.
No respect for himself? Doesn’t want to feel seen? He doesn’t even know what the latter one means but he knows he hates the way it makes him feel.]
You…