[He pulls his knees up to his chest enough that it forces the air from his lungs a moment, wheezed out as he buries his face into them and stays that way, his tail unwinding enough so the end of it can lash in frustration, the spade smacking the couch cushions. He's locked inward, folded tight on himself, closed off and seething, until--]
[--in a burst of motion he stands up and paces the length of the couch, one way and then the other, arms wound tight around his ribs and tail whipping behind him in poorly contained stress.] All I ever do, Stolas, is leech off everyone around me. I'm-- fuck, I'm better than I used to be, but what good have I ever really done for you? Maybe-- maybe awakened your sexuality, that's great! But I'm like a fucking cancer. [His pacing slows, and with him not in motion he realizes he's so strung out he's shaking. In turn, he hugs his arms closer to himself.] I don't wanna ruin you anymore than I already have, y'know?
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[He pulls his knees up to his chest enough that it forces the air from his lungs a moment, wheezed out as he buries his face into them and stays that way, his tail unwinding enough so the end of it can lash in frustration, the spade smacking the couch cushions. He's locked inward, folded tight on himself, closed off and seething, until--]
[--in a burst of motion he stands up and paces the length of the couch, one way and then the other, arms wound tight around his ribs and tail whipping behind him in poorly contained stress.] All I ever do, Stolas, is leech off everyone around me. I'm-- fuck, I'm better than I used to be, but what good have I ever really done for you? Maybe-- maybe awakened your sexuality, that's great! But I'm like a fucking cancer. [His pacing slows, and with him not in motion he realizes he's so strung out he's shaking. In turn, he hugs his arms closer to himself.] I don't wanna ruin you anymore than I already have, y'know?