[ waver immediately tenses up when rebecca touches his cheek... but he doesn’t pull away. instead, he leans into the touch, eyes screwed shut as he tries to calm down. ]
My mental health? Who the hell cares about that...?
[ deep breaths help... somewhat. well, at least he’s not angry now, but it seems he’s still obviously troubled. ]
We’re dead, Gales. I disgraced the wishes of not one, but two people.
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My mental health? Who the hell cares about that...?
[ deep breaths help... somewhat. well, at least he’s not angry now, but it seems he’s still obviously troubled. ]
We’re dead, Gales. I disgraced the wishes of not one, but two people.