Wolfe sits and it feels like a relief. His words feel as rough stone along his skin. Fair and unfair. Valid and unfounded and he’s not sure he trusts himself to find the words to say why this sticks oddly in him.
He can feel himself closing up even without intending to. Not fully…but more.
“You’re taking my decision away again…by weighing what I can or can’t give. What I can or can’t balance. By not asking, you’re deciding my answer for me. That’s how it feels to me.”
He stays how and where he’s leaned, careful not to cross his arms or even tense his hands.
“And I still don’t know what you envision as ‘too much.’ If you mean I make you my entire focus and forsake all others including Jon the rest of our days…then I’d ask how you intend to do that yourself with yours and would have to decline with all the love in my heart. If you just mean asking for support and extra attention while you’re hurting…I’m sorry I’ve given the impression I’d not offer that as easily as my next breath.” A breath he takes before the words escape him: “do you think I don’t value you?”
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He can feel himself closing up even without intending to. Not fully…but more.
“You’re taking my decision away again…by weighing what I can or can’t give. What I can or can’t balance. By not asking, you’re deciding my answer for me. That’s how it feels to me.”
He stays how and where he’s leaned, careful not to cross his arms or even tense his hands.
“And I still don’t know what you envision as ‘too much.’ If you mean I make you my entire focus and forsake all others including Jon the rest of our days…then I’d ask how you intend to do that yourself with yours and would have to decline with all the love in my heart. If you just mean asking for support and extra attention while you’re hurting…I’m sorry I’ve given the impression I’d not offer that as easily as my next breath.” A breath he takes before the words escape him: “do you think I don’t value you?”