[He says it tiredly, dragging a hand over his face. There's some part of him that prickles defensively — and another part of him that immediately drains that defensiveness like pus from a wound.]
Does it really matter? Whether I was influenced or not, it's all the same. Not only did I endanger his safety back home by doing what I did, but I fucked everything up between us; he has every right to want to run for the hills.
I was just lucky he wasn't around to see what I turned into. Last thing he needs is to blame himself for something happening to me without him realizing.
no subject
[He says it tiredly, dragging a hand over his face. There's some part of him that prickles defensively — and another part of him that immediately drains that defensiveness like pus from a wound.]
Does it really matter? Whether I was influenced or not, it's all the same. Not only did I endanger his safety back home by doing what I did, but I fucked everything up between us; he has every right to want to run for the hills.
I was just lucky he wasn't around to see what I turned into. Last thing he needs is to blame himself for something happening to me without him realizing.