[The words run through him, coaxing that tide of emotion — and as soon as Cy nudges him back to look at his eyes, those glossy tears spill out, streaking his cheeks. He's quiet less because of any attempt to suffocate the expression of emotionality than it is as a result of what they're discussing. He's never thought he deserved forgiveness, or anything good, but Cy makes him want to believe he could.
He pushes his face forward again, burrowing against Cy's chest until the outpour of hurt calms.]
I don't always... realize that it's still affecting me.
[These moments are like a purge — and though he still feels shame, leaning on Cy like this again and again, he knows better than to question whether Cy is only putting up with him. It wouldn't be fair to make that accusation.]
no subject
He pushes his face forward again, burrowing against Cy's chest until the outpour of hurt calms.]
I don't always... realize that it's still affecting me.
[These moments are like a purge — and though he still feels shame, leaning on Cy like this again and again, he knows better than to question whether Cy is only putting up with him. It wouldn't be fair to make that accusation.]
But I want to create better memories. With you.