[Too late, he hears the vicious protectiveness in his voice. It's hard to catch himself quick enough when it comes to Fugo. But it's hardly something he feels he can be blamed for. He's sworn to protect Fugo, to carry the weight of his pain. If that doesn't go along with protection, what does?]
[Slowly, he forces his shoulders to relax and closes his eyes again, focusing on Mettaton's fingers in his hair.]
He didn't lie. We did meet through mutual friends. And then he helped me achieve my goals and make my city a better place.
[And then he's silent for a while. Leans against the touch, trying to think. Sometimes he has this urge--to put everything out there, to dare people who have gotten close to leave. He doesn't quite want that now, but--he can feel it coming.]
Most of our mutual friends are dead now, though. And it's my fault. That's why I snapped. [Or at least part of why.] Sorry.
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[Too late, he hears the vicious protectiveness in his voice. It's hard to catch himself quick enough when it comes to Fugo. But it's hardly something he feels he can be blamed for. He's sworn to protect Fugo, to carry the weight of his pain. If that doesn't go along with protection, what does?]
[Slowly, he forces his shoulders to relax and closes his eyes again, focusing on Mettaton's fingers in his hair.]
He didn't lie. We did meet through mutual friends. And then he helped me achieve my goals and make my city a better place.
[And then he's silent for a while. Leans against the touch, trying to think. Sometimes he has this urge--to put everything out there, to dare people who have gotten close to leave. He doesn't quite want that now, but--he can feel it coming.]
Most of our mutual friends are dead now, though. And it's my fault. That's why I snapped. [Or at least part of why.] Sorry.