05-12-2019, 11:51 PM
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Realising he had dropped his gaze, he brought it to attention that he should probably attempt to make eye contact with Selby, as difficult as it was. He had always been bad with eye contact, one of the many products of the crippling anxiety that caged him like a songbird. Crow could be out there doing important things, but his anxiety held him back, trapped him, left him feeling hopeless...
His shaky pupils raised, but held steadily on the form of his son, the urgency too great for him to pussy out. He was a shitty father, and he knew it, and Selby knew it too, but he had made effort to rekindle their relationship. Out of what, though? Pity? His stomach began to churn. There was no way Selby didn't hate him after everything, absolutely no way in all hell.
"I- erm..." the feline choked out as he came back to reality, looking at the bracelet offered to him almost dismissively, then back into Selby's marigold eyes. There were more important things he had to address than the bracelet. "It- it's not your fault a-at all. It's mine. I- I've been horrible. I can't even take care of myself."
Crow's focus would go somewhere else, dull eyes facing the ground once more as an overbearing sense of doom spread through his body. His voice was now a whisper. "I- I love you. You know that, r-right? I really do... I'm sorry for being a shitty dad."
Realising he had dropped his gaze, he brought it to attention that he should probably attempt to make eye contact with Selby, as difficult as it was. He had always been bad with eye contact, one of the many products of the crippling anxiety that caged him like a songbird. Crow could be out there doing important things, but his anxiety held him back, trapped him, left him feeling hopeless...
His shaky pupils raised, but held steadily on the form of his son, the urgency too great for him to pussy out. He was a shitty father, and he knew it, and Selby knew it too, but he had made effort to rekindle their relationship. Out of what, though? Pity? His stomach began to churn. There was no way Selby didn't hate him after everything, absolutely no way in all hell.
"I- erm..." the feline choked out as he came back to reality, looking at the bracelet offered to him almost dismissively, then back into Selby's marigold eyes. There were more important things he had to address than the bracelet. "It- it's not your fault a-at all. It's mine. I- I've been horrible. I can't even take care of myself."
Crow's focus would go somewhere else, dull eyes facing the ground once more as an overbearing sense of doom spread through his body. His voice was now a whisper. "I- I love you. You know that, r-right? I really do... I'm sorry for being a shitty dad."