[ Lennon hadn't really thought about it, hadn't thought about the fact that he was acting afraid -- that he was afraid. Lennon feels like he has whiplash and he knows that Daeshim's mood is as unstable as his and he bites back a sound of frustration -- confusion. He takes a few deep breaths and leans more heavily against the headboard of their bed.
He reaches out his arms, spreading his legs and beckoning Daeshim to come close to him. ]
I just... don't like not having a choice.
[ It scares him. All the worst situations he's been in has been from him having no choices, having someone take his choices away from him. It worked out in some ways with Daeshim but it didn't mean that he was okay when he felt like he was losing his ability to choose for himself. ]
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He reaches out his arms, spreading his legs and beckoning Daeshim to come close to him. ]
I just... don't like not having a choice.
[ It scares him. All the worst situations he's been in has been from him having no choices, having someone take his choices away from him. It worked out in some ways with Daeshim but it didn't mean that he was okay when he felt like he was losing his ability to choose for himself. ]
I'm not afraid of you.