[ Alright, this is distinctly Not Good. What den of emotion has he stumbled into? No one is supposed to actually take anything away from his conversations aside from mild annoyance and maybe a willingness to subject themselves to it again, none of this heart nonsense.

(please don't validate him on any level, he hates having to be human.)

His chair scrapes backwards, as if he's going to get up now because fuck, this is dangerous territory. ]

If I was out of my depth before, I'm swallowing water now.

[ A short sigh. ]

I'm starting to think that the rain may be friendlier than the ocean of her heart.