[Something was physically touching him. No illusions, no false smiles. There was a friend trying to help and he wanted to believe with all of his being that he was really, truly there. So his own shaking hand moves to rest on top of the other, digging his claws into it slightly, but not enough to seriously injure the other man.]
I left you.
[The words tumble out of his mouth before he realizes what he's saying, the Lombax giving a terse wince, then starting to sink back down onto the sheets with a shudder.]
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I left you.
[The words tumble out of his mouth before he realizes what he's saying, the Lombax giving a terse wince, then starting to sink back down onto the sheets with a shudder.]
...I just... left... I'm s-sorry.