[He struggles. How he struggles to force the words out, and it's not because he doesn't trust Alvin. He just has difficulty sharing his emotions with people. The last few times he's spoken candidly to Alvin about his feelings, they've always left a bad taste in both their mouths and Lu Meng doesn't want that to happen again.
But still, hasn't he learned that keeping these thoughts and pains and ugliness inside him isn't always a measure of strength? Wouldn't it be actual strength to admit that he is weak in this, and that he needs help?
Just like what he told her shadow.
So he takes a deep breath, calming himself, calming the glass and mug that's shaking on the table, just waiting for him to explode so that they can throw their contents out. It still takes another pregnant pause, but if Alvin is patient, he will be rewarded.
Forcing himself to look at Alvin with a sombre gaze, he replies softly, hesitantly, but he replies nevertheless.]
everyone's a sloth
But still, hasn't he learned that keeping these thoughts and pains and ugliness inside him isn't always a measure of strength? Wouldn't it be actual strength to admit that he is weak in this, and that he needs help?
Just like what he told her shadow.
So he takes a deep breath, calming himself, calming the glass and mug that's shaking on the table, just waiting for him to explode so that they can throw their contents out. It still takes another pregnant pause, but if Alvin is patient, he will be rewarded.
Forcing himself to look at Alvin with a sombre gaze, he replies softly, hesitantly, but he replies nevertheless.]
...how you would feel, if Presa left.