if I ever start to think straight
Amun grimaced as Maea began stammering. Using his metal manipulation upgrade to create spikes to anchor him to the trunk, he reached out for whatever part of her he could reach with his free hand. "Hey. It's okay. We're okay. Take a deep breath with me?" He inhaled through his nostrils and let it out as a sigh through his mouth.
"I appreciate your efforts to try and cheer me up. Truly." He shrugged a shoulder. "And I'm sorry, berating was a harsh word and in retrospect, not fair to you." Inclining his head, he'd snort. "I was just complaining and wasn't necessarily expecting or ready for a conversation on heavy topics, okay?"
"I appreciate your efforts to try and cheer me up. Truly." He shrugged a shoulder. "And I'm sorry, berating was a harsh word and in retrospect, not fair to you." Inclining his head, he'd snort. "I was just complaining and wasn't necessarily expecting or ready for a conversation on heavy topics, okay?"
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
