sighing , shaking his head as he also goes over to the kitchen . he shrugs in response to their question , humming softly .
“ I dunno . either I’m too tired to deal with it , or I’ve finally accepted the fact that you’re just part of whatever this is now . “
⠀⠀〝 that would be wonderful … ~ 〞
they climb in through the window now 、 rolling on the floor before standing to their feet. stepping over towards the kitchen …
⠀⠀ 〝 you don’t seem so super hostile towards me anymore ? 〞
“ oh . . . yeah , I haven’t seen them in a few hours . but yeah , it’s fine . I just need to do a treatment . do you want something to drink while you stalk me , or — ? “
he says jokingly , a wheezy chuckle leaving him followed by a small cough .
fist hitting against his own chest as he coughs again , sighing . he turns to simply look around , not expecting two eyes to be staring back . he screams , flailing and falling off the couch , which causes another coughing fit .
“ i'm tough, ” i whisper.
they nod. “ i know you are. ”
“ i can take care of myself. ”
“ you have, ” they say. “ you still do. you always will. i've just joined in, too. now we take care of each other. ”
you were suspicious of their feelings because you had no reason to love yourself — not your body, not your mind. you rejected so much gentleness. what were you looking for?