( "Drop it", he says, like it's that easy. The thought makes him angry, because to him, to someone who would rewrite fates and screw with time itself to relieve any ounce of loneliness that he could, this isn't just some small thing. It's something he wants to chase like air itself, and the mere presence of anyone else feels like a threat, like a risk to himself, even when it's not fair— when he knows that this whole scenario is unusual, meant to play with emotions, to confuse people and twist their fates together. )
I don't know. I'm not trying to "come at you" or whatever.
But if you make it clear to me, I'll try my best to leave you alone about it. If it's clear to you. If it's not, I'd like to know too, and then I'll still try to leave you alone about it.
It should be simple to say one way or the other. I just don't want him to be hurt.
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I don't know. I'm not trying to "come at you" or whatever.
But if you make it clear to me, I'll try my best to leave you alone about it. If it's clear to you. If it's not, I'd like to know too, and then I'll still try to leave you alone about it.
It should be simple to say one way or the other. I just don't want him to be hurt.