"This second chance at life," Arquis whispered. His throat felt tight, and despite the cold air on his skin, his cheeks were still hot. He swallowed. His eyes darted around the room, ensuring that nobody was listening, before closing. Here, in his partner's embrace, he was safe. "This second chance with you, my heart."
He felt he'd probably deserved everything else that had happened to some degree. Maybe not the cruel comments about his body when young, or the horrific things he'd been taught about his identity, but the rest of it was warranted. The intense anger, frustration, and bitterness from Quirisa; Muria's attempt at his life; the isolation from his friends and peers; the stress of his position in the Palace. Even the bullying from the masses. He'd done horrific things in his past, and he should pay for them in every possible way.
As he thought that, though, a part of him wanted to scream. Hadn't he suffered enough? When would it end? He'd endured asthma and panic attacks, frequent nightmares, years of tremendous social anxiety, a disorder that had destroyed his body, and so much more.
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Honey sighed. It seemed he was very skilled at finding the worst possible thing to say. Killing the moment was becoming his specialty. Maybe Myr had been right; so far, he was pretty bad at traditional dating.
"I don't know what I was asking, either, I guess. I just, uh. I know you're not into the whole, y'know," he gestured wildly, then let his hands drop to his sides. His bad wrist twinged. "But I feel really underdressed. You're here in your nice coat and scarf, and I'm just in plain pajamas. So, I thought that I might offer something to- to-"
He wasn't sure how to phrase it. If he was being honest with himself, there wasn't a way to put it that painted him in a flattering light. Everything he came up with was self-deprecating or just pathetic.
"To sweeten the deal," he finished lamely. "It was the only thing I could think to offer on the spot. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just- I kind of said the first thing that sprang to mind. Show you that I wanted to spend more time with you, in a weird sorta way? That what I'm wearing now doesn't mean that I'm not interested. And that I could be a lot better for you in the future? I don't know. I should- I should stop talking. Um. Yeah."