I'm sorry. I would've been there if I'd known. If I could've...
[He hesitates, though, lingering over whatever the theoretical ending of that statement might've been and ultimately deciding not to finish it. Could he really have offered support, way back then? He hadn't even thought he was changing yet. How could he ever have empathized with the level of thought and gravitas that Rohan possesses to extend to him now?
He couldn't have. There's no way he could have.
And yet he remembers sitting there hovering over Rohan's legless body while he'd slept on the floor — remembers finding him and immediately being struck with visions of his mother's collapse — remembers touching his scales, carrying him to bed, trying to console him with whatever he could offer through the gawkiness of his own fumbling awkwardness.
He wasn't able to do this, be this, for Rohan then. But it wasn't as though he'd done nothing either, was it?
If I could fix it for you, I would. It's the sentiment they've both extended to each other, by now.]
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[He hesitates, though, lingering over whatever the theoretical ending of that statement might've been and ultimately deciding not to finish it. Could he really have offered support, way back then? He hadn't even thought he was changing yet. How could he ever have empathized with the level of thought and gravitas that Rohan possesses to extend to him now?
He couldn't have. There's no way he could have.
And yet he remembers sitting there hovering over Rohan's legless body while he'd slept on the floor — remembers finding him and immediately being struck with visions of his mother's collapse — remembers touching his scales, carrying him to bed, trying to console him with whatever he could offer through the gawkiness of his own fumbling awkwardness.
He wasn't able to do this, be this, for Rohan then. But it wasn't as though he'd done nothing either, was it?
If I could fix it for you, I would. It's the sentiment they've both extended to each other, by now.]
This is all so fucked up, huh...?