[Is he alright? He'd like to say yes immediately, but the truth is that thoughts and feelings don't really work like that. Wounds don't instantly heal over (hell, even potions have limited usage), and this conversation had been... kind of rough, on multiple levels. He can't just sweep that under the rug. Some fear still lingers: that her doubts might continue to fester, that she might not share them, that he'll say the wrong thing or hurt her through his callousness. He's used to physical battles, overwhelming foes with his blades. He's not especially good at resolving conflicts through words. He's also never had a girlfriend to fight with before.
Still, miraculously he does still have a girlfriend, whether he's going to fight with her or not, and he's going to try to focus on that for now.]
I will be. [Best be honest, at least, though it bothers him a little to not just agree to mollify her. Miscommunication had been the whole cause of this.] Just... I didn't want to lose you, you know? I didn't want to give this up.
[He's lost so many, and so much of it had been through his own ineptitude or ignorance, at least in his mind. He didn't want to screw this one up as well. His hand shifts to cover hers, against his cheek, and he closes his eyes, glad to just feel her there.]
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Still, miraculously he does still have a girlfriend, whether he's going to fight with her or not, and he's going to try to focus on that for now.]
I will be. [Best be honest, at least, though it bothers him a little to not just agree to mollify her. Miscommunication had been the whole cause of this.] Just... I didn't want to lose you, you know? I didn't want to give this up.
[He's lost so many, and so much of it had been through his own ineptitude or ignorance, at least in his mind. He didn't want to screw this one up as well. His hand shifts to cover hers, against his cheek, and he closes his eyes, glad to just feel her there.]
Stay with me, okay?
[Don't leave me.]