He clings back, ignoring those horrible gaps he can feel beneath his claws, almost like he's afraid everything will just slip away again if he gives it even an inch.
His first attempt to respond gets caught in his throat, and he tries to reset himself as he sucks in another breath.]
I'm sorry I left...
[Sorry he'd messed up. Sorry he hadn't been more careful. Sorry he'd said and done those things, sorry sorry sorry]
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Date: 2025-09-03 05:57 am (UTC)He clings back, ignoring those horrible gaps he can feel beneath his claws, almost like he's afraid everything will just slip away again if he gives it even an inch.
His first attempt to respond gets caught in his throat, and he tries to reset himself as he sucks in another breath.]
I'm sorry I left...
[Sorry he'd messed up. Sorry he hadn't been more careful. Sorry he'd said and done those things, sorry sorry sorry]