[ Byerly understands, suddenly, that impulse - tell me you're angry. Because all of this, I'm sorry, I failed, it was my choice and you're right, all of it is so - frustrating. Byerly wants, in some obscure way, to feel the sting of guilt. He wants to have been the rotten one, and he wants Bastien to look at him with disgust, because that feels comforting. To have been the person wronged and to have someone apologizing to him, it's...
He doesn't like it. He brings his hands up to cover his arms in an unconscious little flinch. ]
I should have let you have your way. It was stupid of me.
[ But...He shouldn't have. It's his right to not want to make compromises. It's his right to say no. He wants to go to Bastien and wrap his sleepwear-clad form in a great hug. He wants Bastien to punch him. ]
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Date: 2023-01-15 02:51 am (UTC)He doesn't like it. He brings his hands up to cover his arms in an unconscious little flinch. ]
I should have let you have your way. It was stupid of me.
[ But...He shouldn't have. It's his right to not want to make compromises. It's his right to say no. He wants to go to Bastien and wrap his sleepwear-clad form in a great hug. He wants Bastien to punch him. ]
I was being difficult.