His calmness falters, struggling with finding the correct way to respond. Miguel's usual way of dealing with these things was to run away.
Running into his work, getting lost in the past, having voice messages pile up until he finally deletes them all and pretends they never existed. Letting anger get the better of him, because the anger was easier to deal with. Never showing his throat, because that would let someone else get the impression that they could comfort him.
He didn't know what to do with comfort. The sincerity felt alien, but also wrong to reject. It would never be okay. Not really. But some part of him wants to hope he can get close, someday. Maybe after he'd worked hard enough to fix his mistake.
"The gift is more than enough." he says, finally. "Thank you."
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His calmness falters, struggling with finding the correct way to respond. Miguel's usual way of dealing with these things was to run away.
Running into his work, getting lost in the past, having voice messages pile up until he finally deletes them all and pretends they never existed. Letting anger get the better of him, because the anger was easier to deal with. Never showing his throat, because that would let someone else get the impression that they could comfort him.
He didn't know what to do with comfort. The sincerity felt alien, but also wrong to reject. It would never be okay. Not really. But some part of him wants to hope he can get close, someday. Maybe after he'd worked hard enough to fix his mistake.
"The gift is more than enough." he says, finally. "Thank you."