[ He's listening. He is, he isβ he's trying to listen, but his thoughts are insistent, clamoring to get through even as Tighnari tells him to shut them out. His eyes move wildly, unable to meet the other's even as he actively seeks his gaze, and his breath comes quick, short, hissing against his lips as he tries to pull himself free of the tight hold his own mind has on him. ]
Iβ
[ His fingers clench against the side of the tub. ]
I know, I know people can die at any time, butβ but if it happened later, in some other way, I... [ A sob tears its way from his throat, ripping the sentences in two; for a long moment, he's silent apart from his sharp, short breaths, sounding ragged and broken on his lips. ] Maybe I'd have had him for longer. And it... it wouldn't be my fault, my mother falling to pieces like she didβ
[ For all Tighnari's words, the echo chamber is winning out, leaving the blonde to grip his own face, tug at his own hair, curl his legs up against his chest as he tries, triesβ ]
cw because this is devolving fast into a panic attack
Iβ
[ His fingers clench against the side of the tub. ]
I know, I know people can die at any time, butβ but if it happened later, in some other way, I... [ A sob tears its way from his throat, ripping the sentences in two; for a long moment, he's silent apart from his sharp, short breaths, sounding ragged and broken on his lips. ] Maybe I'd have had him for longer. And it... it wouldn't be my fault, my mother falling to pieces like she didβ
[ For all Tighnari's words, the echo chamber is winning out, leaving the blonde to grip his own face, tug at his own hair, curl his legs up against his chest as he tries, triesβ ]