[why is it, he wonders distantly, that even surrounded with so much affirmation, that he can't accept what they're saying? what is so messed up about him that makes him believe that they're factually incorrect; completely wrong about this? about him?
even the part of him that wants to absorb this...this affection and wants to change because of it, doesn't know how to.
so it's easier to fall back on what's familiar, however unhelpful it might be.
it dawns on him that he's in the spotlight, and not in a good way. oddly enough, that's what starts making cracks.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to- I'm sorry.
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even the part of him that wants to absorb this...this affection and wants to change because of it, doesn't know how to.
so it's easier to fall back on what's familiar, however unhelpful it might be.
it dawns on him that he's in the spotlight, and not in a good way. oddly enough, that's what starts making cracks.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to- I'm sorry.