( So much choking...here, Emil will offer him one of the counter napkins, clean yourself up if you need it. If he was drinking himself, he might have sputtered again. Fighting doesn't feel good, at all, but knowing how Lalli feels -- strongly enough to yell at him -- feels so much better.
It's conflicting. )
I'm not going to go anywhere. I promise. ( That past insensitivity seems a lot more clear to him now. Maybe that's also why the feeling of heat in his chest dulls; perhaps his feelings are overpowering what he thought to be alcohol. Lalli is of course not going to feel right about someone going away -- "disappearing." Does he want to feel good about this? Bad? So much is going on in his mind.
He pushes it down with the simplest thing he can think to say. ) I'm sorry.
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It's conflicting. )
I'm not going to go anywhere. I promise. ( That past insensitivity seems a lot more clear to him now. Maybe that's also why the feeling of heat in his chest dulls; perhaps his feelings are overpowering what he thought to be alcohol. Lalli is of course not going to feel right about someone going away -- "disappearing." Does he want to feel good about this? Bad? So much is going on in his mind.
He pushes it down with the simplest thing he can think to say. ) I'm sorry.