( she's right. overthinking won't make it better, it'll usually only archive the opposite.
he takes a deep breath, hands squeezing the blonde's. they're calloused with a few small little cuts, strong. warm. very pleasant to hold. )
you're right. there's much more to think about.
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i mean, iβd probably be struggling too if i was in your place. kind of an identity crisis thing or whatever.
[ sheβs taking his hands into her own, squeezing them nice and tight. ]
stop worrying your pretty little head about it, soma. thereβs so many other things to focus on.
cult leader.
he chuckles, not out of amusement, but out of embarrassment. )
i'm sorry. i know this is weird. and difficult, and i always end up mulling it over.
you must be sick of it by now. i am too.
