You don't. ...know. What I'm dealing with right now. Okay?
[Every word comes out stilted, halted and grinding, like he's struggling to not say what he really wants to. His fingers slip a little against the outside of that glass he's still clutching a little too tight, but he manages to not drop it as he awkwardly puts it down on the table in front of them.
Instead of sitting back up and into his own space like a normal person though, he keeps leaning into Vash. The building once more feels like it's sinking out from under him, and it's only abated when he keeps his gaze centered towards their laps, or the floor. Talking is keeping his mind off it, though.]
I'd give anything to be in your position, you know? [He doesn't mean that, not quite like the way he's saying it here. But he can't think of better words to articulate himself right now.] You get to run away.
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[Every word comes out stilted, halted and grinding, like he's struggling to not say what he really wants to. His fingers slip a little against the outside of that glass he's still clutching a little too tight, but he manages to not drop it as he awkwardly puts it down on the table in front of them.
Instead of sitting back up and into his own space like a normal person though, he keeps leaning into Vash. The building once more feels like it's sinking out from under him, and it's only abated when he keeps his gaze centered towards their laps, or the floor. Talking is keeping his mind off it, though.]
I'd give anything to be in your position, you know? [He doesn't mean that, not quite like the way he's saying it here. But he can't think of better words to articulate himself right now.] You get to run away.