[slowly but surely, romance's hand rubbing over his back is helping to calm him. the inhale he takes is trembling, but he exhales a little more carefully, trying to stop his tears, one hand lifting from romance's shirt to scrub over his face in an attempt to wipe away the wetness. unfortunately, that doesn't help with the tears that have already fallen on romance's shoulder, which he feels silly about, too.
no, they really didn't put a name on it or anything like that. regardless of this, mystery still feels as if he should've known better, should've done better despite his inebriated state. if anything, both of them taking the blame is probably the better outcome of this situation, but he truly doesn't think romance did anything wrong.
he sniffs lightly, pressing the hand over his mouth to muffle the soft whimper that tries to escape, though he lowers it again afterward and does his best to recover.] I don't— I mean, I... I want to? To define it. [a beat, his throat suddenly going dry, even if he does his best to swallow hard and push past the forming lump.] But I don't want you to— [another pause, this one somewhat longer so he can catch his breath] —to feel trapped.
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no, they really didn't put a name on it or anything like that. regardless of this, mystery still feels as if he should've known better, should've done better despite his inebriated state. if anything, both of them taking the blame is probably the better outcome of this situation, but he truly doesn't think romance did anything wrong.
he sniffs lightly, pressing the hand over his mouth to muffle the soft whimper that tries to escape, though he lowers it again afterward and does his best to recover.] I don't— I mean, I... I want to? To define it. [a beat, his throat suddenly going dry, even if he does his best to swallow hard and push past the forming lump.] But I don't want you to— [another pause, this one somewhat longer so he can catch his breath] —to feel trapped.