[I don't think I could blame her for that. But you're not...

His stomach twists uncomfortably and makes him regret drinking anything yet again as his mind runs wild with what Rover might be trying to say. He wasn't something, so...they could blame him, maybe? That makes the most sense to him. How does he always manage to fuck it up?

But they're also intertwining their fingers with his, and he takes a tight hold of their hand like that alone might be enough to convey all his complicated thoughts and feelings, and most importantly the desire he has to keep Rover there with him.]

I -- [hhh] I get it, if you're pissed. I would be. I mean... I don't want to think about someone else and you...

[He's so stupid. What made it make sense when it was him, but made him sick when it was Rover hypothetically telling other people they loved them? Despite his brain telling him he should be giving them space to process it, that's the right thing, he can't fight the urge to pull them closer to him and let out a shaky exhale.]

I'd fucking deserve it, huh? But I don't -- I don't want to lose you.