[He told you it was fragile Tristan! He pulls his hands close to him, avoiding any further touch and looking like he wants to run away again. But resisting got him hurt already so he'll tell, with the tone of someone fully expecting to be retaliated against for what he says.]
What I'm becoming. What I could be, if I keep changing.
Re: a quiet afternoon
What I'm becoming. What I could be, if I keep changing.