[Those eyes squeeze shut. His head tilts, so that his forehead is properly pressed against his knees, instead of just the side of it. He deserves the scolding, and for dragging Wolfwood into it. It still doesn't feel good though. He wishes it were easier to make him understand, to stop fighting over doing the right thing.
When he speaks again, it's muffled by the fabric of his clothes. His voice sounds a touch distracted.]
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When he speaks again, it's muffled by the fabric of his clothes. His voice sounds a touch distracted.]
I'd do it for you, too. If I needed to.