His eyes widen, realizing his blunder. Damn it, Walter! What can he say to make you realize that the woman you knew from the internet is gone.
"There always is," he says dryly. He goes quiet and shifts nervously, fiddling with his gloves. It's mostly performative, though he does feel anxious. That's not quite the right word, but it's close. He feels both anxious and detached, compelled to wring what he can out of this 'friendship' while he still can, even at the risk of it blowing up in his face.
"Hey, Walter, can I tell you something?" he says with as much vulnerability as he can stand to muster, looking at him pleadingly. "It involves Trevor, but I don't want you to be angry with him. He has been through so much. He is a victim as much as me. More so, even. You won't be angry with him, will you?"
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Date: 2024-10-04 06:56 pm (UTC)"There always is," he says dryly. He goes quiet and shifts nervously, fiddling with his gloves. It's mostly performative, though he does feel anxious. That's not quite the right word, but it's close. He feels both anxious and detached, compelled to wring what he can out of this 'friendship' while he still can, even at the risk of it blowing up in his face.
"Hey, Walter, can I tell you something?" he says with as much vulnerability as he can stand to muster, looking at him pleadingly. "It involves Trevor, but I don't want you to be angry with him. He has been through so much. He is a victim as much as me. More so, even. You won't be angry with him, will you?"