[It doesn't feel real, even though he's very literally feeling them and any minute change in how they hold themself. They don't have the same way of speaking that a human does, but he can still feel the words coming out of them, even if it may just be his imagination. He doesn't think he's desperate enough that that would be conjured up by his brain instead of the well-deserved anger he'd been expecting...so he doesn't quite get it. They should be pissed, if this mattered at all, right?
...He holds his breath and waits for their words to beat that traitorous thought down. This wasn't the time for his insecure bullshit.]
Yeah. I already told them I wanna make this shit with you work. I want this, I'm sure. I want you.
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...He holds his breath and waits for their words to beat that traitorous thought down. This wasn't the time for his insecure bullshit.]
Yeah. I already told them I wanna make this shit with you work. I want this, I'm sure. I want you.