He leans forward now, cradling his face in his hands. He's relieved, at least, that she doesn't want him to keep away from her. He'd listen, of course, because he's not a creepy douchebag, but it would blow chunks.
"Me either," he admits, rather miserably. "Should I—do you want me to leave?"
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Date: 2017-06-02 05:58 pm (UTC)"Me either," he admits, rather miserably. "Should I—do you want me to leave?"