You're right, [he retorts, cold.] I don't. So don't insult me by questioning my sincerity.
[God, what is he doing? Gregor feels drunk. He's definitely not drunk, he's only had two glasses of wine. He does feel exhausted, and very fed up, and not in the mood at all to keep fighting with himself and being tormented over his feelings for Miles. Seeing Miles in so much pain that he could assuage himself was the last straw.
He can't stand it, seeing him like that, and he's seen him like that so often and so much but ever since he'd-- he'd fallen for him it had sharpened into a scalpel that sliced him right across the quick. Gregor feels that he takes on his pain more than just physically, now; except feeling it doesn't make him morose, like his own does. It makes him angry. It makes him want to lash out with careful precision and take apart whatever had made him that way, and then return home to put Miles back together. Only there's nowhere else to direct it here but out, diffusely, spilling everything.
He's never felt this strongly before, and it scares the hell out of him; he's riding a tidal wave and is dreading what it's going to be like coming down. Miles can undoubtedly feel some of the magnitude of emotion cresting inside him.]
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[God, what is he doing? Gregor feels drunk. He's definitely not drunk, he's only had two glasses of wine. He does feel exhausted, and very fed up, and not in the mood at all to keep fighting with himself and being tormented over his feelings for Miles. Seeing Miles in so much pain that he could assuage himself was the last straw.
He can't stand it, seeing him like that, and he's seen him like that so often and so much but ever since he'd-- he'd fallen for him it had sharpened into a scalpel that sliced him right across the quick. Gregor feels that he takes on his pain more than just physically, now; except feeling it doesn't make him morose, like his own does. It makes him angry. It makes him want to lash out with careful precision and take apart whatever had made him that way, and then return home to put Miles back together. Only there's nowhere else to direct it here but out, diffusely, spilling everything.
He's never felt this strongly before, and it scares the hell out of him; he's riding a tidal wave and is dreading what it's going to be like coming down. Miles can undoubtedly feel some of the magnitude of emotion cresting inside him.]