Why? Are you planning on stopping me, if it comes down to it?
[That's...it's low, and it's harsh, and he's well aware that it's both; he wants to leave, he wants to just get up and lock himself in his room again and deal with this on his own, and he doesn't seem aware of it but his eyes are doing that weird glowing thing again, bright orange to match those marks, just visible here and there behind the lenses of his sunglasses as his gaze darts a bit.
He wants to leave, but he's not sure how well he can manage that what with how sick he's feeling, and particularly with the way those marks are starting to burn against his skin.]
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[That's...it's low, and it's harsh, and he's well aware that it's both; he wants to leave, he wants to just get up and lock himself in his room again and deal with this on his own, and he doesn't seem aware of it but his eyes are doing that weird glowing thing again, bright orange to match those marks, just visible here and there behind the lenses of his sunglasses as his gaze darts a bit.
He wants to leave, but he's not sure how well he can manage that what with how sick he's feeling, and particularly with the way those marks are starting to burn against his skin.]