[ Why won't people let him say shit is okay? They've all been through worse, it was a misunderstanding that has since been clarified and rectified on several levels- it won't happen again. But Clair clearly needs to say a thing and it'd be dickish to not at least listen. Also kind of impossible to not listen but-
He's not looking at that too hard.
Harry wanders over to butt his head against York's shoulder from the countertop and in turn York scratches his ears idly. The mad part gets an eyeroll. Yeah, he was there, he kind of figures that, he fucked up. The rest is...
Surprising. This he didn't expect- hell he didn't want it. But it's here and he- makes an effort to choose his words carefully. ]
I thought we were pretty clear on what I deserve from you which- [ Not your PET rings in his ears for a moment, sharp and cold. He shakes it off. Pastes on a smile. ] is nothing. You don't owe me anything. Never have.
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He's not looking at that too hard.
Harry wanders over to butt his head against York's shoulder from the countertop and in turn York scratches his ears idly. The mad part gets an eyeroll. Yeah, he was there, he kind of figures that, he fucked up. The rest is...
Surprising. This he didn't expect- hell he didn't want it. But it's here and he- makes an effort to choose his words carefully. ]
I thought we were pretty clear on what I deserve from you which- [ Not your PET rings in his ears for a moment, sharp and cold. He shakes it off. Pastes on a smile. ] is nothing. You don't owe me anything. Never have.