The confession comes quietly as he finds something inside of him swelling at the sound of his nickname on her lips. If he could play it on repeat he would; every time she gives in and gives him what he wants he can't help but worry it'll be the last time she'll indulge him. Happiness isn't something he can hold onto for very long, despite wanting to grasp onto it and never let go.
That swelling feeling? He realizes what it is a moment later when a familiar wetness wells at the corners of his eyes. He doesn't dare to open them, for fear the tears he's holding onto will be tugged away by gravity.
"But I don't want you to humour me if I'm not good enough the way I am. I want to be, I've always wanted to be enough 2B, even before all of this...but if I'm not then..."
Then he'll have to come to terms with it, even if it'll be the death of him again.
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"...You're the only one I really, really want."
The confession comes quietly as he finds something inside of him swelling at the sound of his nickname on her lips. If he could play it on repeat he would; every time she gives in and gives him what he wants he can't help but worry it'll be the last time she'll indulge him. Happiness isn't something he can hold onto for very long, despite wanting to grasp onto it and never let go.
That swelling feeling? He realizes what it is a moment later when a familiar wetness wells at the corners of his eyes. He doesn't dare to open them, for fear the tears he's holding onto will be tugged away by gravity.
"But I don't want you to humour me if I'm not good enough the way I am. I want to be, I've always wanted to be enough 2B, even before all of this...but if I'm not then..."
Then he'll have to come to terms with it, even if it'll be the death of him again.