[ Qubit shakes his head quickly. ] That's all right, these are worthwhile questions. To be honest, I've... never really taken the time to unpack all this.
[ And strangely, now that he's started unpacking it, he's finding he's reluctant to stop. It's still a frightening prospect, absolutely, and his insecurities haven't stopped going haywire from a moment ago. - huge mistake - saying too much - what good does this do - can't even control your emotions -
But on the other hand, this almost feels like new information to him, too. As if, after weeks of nothing but questions, he's finally sitting down and getting some answers out of himself. Not forgiveness, never forgiveness, but... answers. Putting what happened into words for the first time, like - well, a sinner in confessional.
That's not what this is, though. Carlisle isn't his cleric, he's his friend, and his comfort level matters a lot more than it might in his professional capacity. Their exact boundaries may be kind of a grey area right now, but that doesn't mean they don't have any. It seems like love might be a sensitive subject for him? He doesn't think Carlisle's ever mentioned anyone he was sweet on back home, but - that's none of his business, and it's not his place to pry. (Even if he's a little curious.) ]
If I'm making you uncomfortable, we can come back to it another time, but... [ He's about to say more, but then closes his mouth and shakes his head again. Don't guilt him, just let him decide. ] It's up to you.
no subject
[ And strangely, now that he's started unpacking it, he's finding he's reluctant to stop. It's still a frightening prospect, absolutely, and his insecurities haven't stopped going haywire from a moment ago. - huge mistake - saying too much - what good does this do - can't even control your emotions -
But on the other hand, this almost feels like new information to him, too. As if, after weeks of nothing but questions, he's finally sitting down and getting some answers out of himself. Not forgiveness, never forgiveness, but... answers. Putting what happened into words for the first time, like - well, a sinner in confessional.
That's not what this is, though. Carlisle isn't his cleric, he's his friend, and his comfort level matters a lot more than it might in his professional capacity. Their exact boundaries may be kind of a grey area right now, but that doesn't mean they don't have any. It seems like love might be a sensitive subject for him? He doesn't think Carlisle's ever mentioned anyone he was sweet on back home, but - that's none of his business, and it's not his place to pry. (Even if he's a little curious.) ]
If I'm making you uncomfortable, we can come back to it another time, but... [ He's about to say more, but then closes his mouth and shakes his head again. Don't guilt him, just let him decide. ] It's up to you.