[He's so sweet. Too sweet. Too good. It almost hurts.
Can Vil get the words to escape his mouth, past his throat? It's so strange, feeling like this. For the most part, he was genuinely confident. Maybe to a fault.
Yet Cater's gentleness and understanding... It makes him itch. Something crawls underneath his skin. He wants to push him away. He wants to tell him to get out, and never come back. He wants to protect him so badly from himself.]
Poisonous thoughts. [He manages to murmur out. He struggles with more. Everything in him wants to refuse all of this. He's fine, he's fine, what's he getting all worried about? Cater's happy, Vil's happy, so why is he tempting fate?
He clenches his eyes shut. A tremble runs through his hands.
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Can Vil get the words to escape his mouth, past his throat? It's so strange, feeling like this. For the most part, he was genuinely confident. Maybe to a fault.
Yet Cater's gentleness and understanding... It makes him itch. Something crawls underneath his skin. He wants to push him away. He wants to tell him to get out, and never come back. He wants to protect him so badly from himself.]
Poisonous thoughts. [He manages to murmur out. He struggles with more. Everything in him wants to refuse all of this. He's fine, he's fine, what's he getting all worried about? Cater's happy, Vil's happy, so why is he tempting fate?
He clenches his eyes shut. A tremble runs through his hands.
He whispers out:]
I'll break you, Cater.