( It's not an unfair answer. It sits squarely in the middle of reassuring and realistic. No matter how certain a person may want the future to be, people are uncertain things by definition. Barrett's levity and warmth doesn't miss its mark, but it doesn't cure his unease, either - that's not a demon Barrett can slay for him. The problem lies within himself.
He exhales, slow. He'd never thought someone's heart could beat so fast. )
... I'm not sure how.
( Is this what this feeling is? Fear? He hasn't felt this way in... a long time. Not since before he was sent off to school. Not since, he thinks, that day his brother told him he'd had lunch with Niamh, and they'd been happy without him.
His fingers curl into Barrett's chest, palm spread flat against the pounding. )
... If I could become stock... would you eat me, no matter how I taste?
( this is SUCH an "would you love me if i were a worm" question im SO sorry )
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He exhales, slow. He'd never thought someone's heart could beat so fast. )
... I'm not sure how.
( Is this what this feeling is? Fear? He hasn't felt this way in... a long time. Not since before he was sent off to school. Not since, he thinks, that day his brother told him he'd had lunch with Niamh, and they'd been happy without him.
His fingers curl into Barrett's chest, palm spread flat against the pounding. )
... If I could become stock... would you eat me, no matter how I taste?
( this is SUCH an "would you love me if i were a worm" question im SO sorry )