[The vocalist pushes himself up off his chair, and hovers there for a moment as if he's hesitant to actually take any steps towards her. His hands are together, his fingers nervously intertwining and releasing a few times before he steps forward, and closes the gap in just a couple of long footsteps. She looks tired, so he feels... guilty to be bothering her with this in the first place, but if it really was bothering her she'd tell him.. right?
That's what he tells himself anyway, as he bends forward to wrap his arms around her neck. It's awkward, at first, but as he feels a lump rise in his throat he slowly ends up falling down to his knees. He's much more comfortable this way, with his towering height, and it puts him about shoulder to shoulder with her sitting down so he can properly just.. bury his face into her shoulder. And he lets out a sob, that starts more of a hiccup until it just rips from his throat, uncontrollably.]
Thank you.
[He clutches the fabric of her shirt as if his life depends on it. All he's wanted -- ever since he stabbed that knife into Maya's chest was a hug from Rebecca. It's childish, isn't it? Because she's shown him so much understanding and comfort before, he really... he just wanted to hear from her specifically that he wasn't a bad person for what he'd done. He kept telling himself that if he'd continue to be nice to everyone, and tried to help them whenever he could it'd prove to himself that he wasn't a monster. That he hadn't lost the very thing that stood at the base of his core. But in the back of his mind, it didn't... help. Not when the person he wanted validation from continued to reprimand him, even though he knew she had every reason to.
It wasn't something that stemmed from the small feelings he had grown for her during the weeks the two of them got to know each other, no. He just... never really grew to know how much of a positive influence can really impact a person before he met her. He spent half of his life being beaten and bullied for no reason by his band members, so it got easy to forget. But Rebecca reminded him, of how powerful positive influences were.
She was his best friend, no doubt about it. Well.. maybe more like an older sister, despite her being younger than him. Noodle was similar, too, but she was raised by 2-D and his other bandmates. She.. had moments, where she'd laugh alongside them at his own misfortune. He didn't hate her for that, but it's... different. And now that Rebecca's told him all of this, and has willingly opened her arms for him, all he can really do is cry loud, thankful tears.
He finally feels like despite all of this shit he, and so many others have been put through... he hasn't lost himself. And neither have they.
two can play at this "linking songs for drama" game
That's what he tells himself anyway, as he bends forward to wrap his arms around her neck. It's awkward, at first, but as he feels a lump rise in his throat he slowly ends up falling down to his knees. He's much
more comfortable this way, with his towering height, and it puts him about shoulder to shoulder with her sitting down so he can properly just.. bury his face into her shoulder. And he lets out a sob, that starts more of a hiccup until it just rips from his throat, uncontrollably.]
Thank you.
[He clutches the fabric of her shirt as if his life depends on it. All he's wanted -- ever since he stabbed that knife into Maya's chest was a hug from Rebecca. It's childish, isn't it? Because she's shown him so much understanding and comfort before, he really... he just wanted to hear from her specifically that he wasn't a bad person for what he'd done. He kept telling himself that if he'd continue to be nice to everyone, and tried to help them whenever he could it'd prove to himself that he wasn't a monster. That he hadn't lost the very thing that stood at the base of his core. But in the back of his mind, it didn't... help. Not when the person he wanted validation from continued to reprimand him, even though he knew she had every reason to.
It wasn't something that stemmed from the small feelings he had grown for her during the weeks the two of them got to know each other, no. He just... never really grew to know how much of a positive influence can really impact a person before he met her. He spent half of his life being beaten and bullied for no reason by his band members, so it got easy to forget. But Rebecca reminded him, of how powerful positive influences were.
She was his best friend, no doubt about it. Well.. maybe more like an older sister, despite her being younger than him. Noodle was similar, too, but she was raised by 2-D and his other bandmates. She.. had moments, where she'd laugh alongside them at his own misfortune. He didn't hate her for that, but it's... different. And now that Rebecca's told him all of this, and has willingly opened her arms for him, all he can really do is cry loud, thankful tears.
He finally feels like despite all of this shit he, and so many others have been put through... he hasn't lost himself. And neither have they.
They'll be okay. They'll make their own normal.]