In all honesty, its Stede's anger that sells it to him. Stede can be a passionate man when it matters to him, and from what Edward has seen quite flippant if it doesn't. Also, once again, Stede seems to have quite a fucking way with words. It's almost maddening.
"I don't--" he says, whatever chemicals are in him betraying him again. He regrets saying it immediately, biting at his own cheek to try to keep himself in check. He really doesn't want Stede far away, though- far the opposite. He just doesn't know if he's making another stupid decision with his dick.
He regrounds himself, looking down at his own feet. He feels like he's silent forever, in truth. He's almost afraid to look up again and see that Stede isn't there.
"I've been a fucking mess, Stede..." he whispers, still looking away. I've missed you, he thinks, but can't bring himself to say it. "...maybe we should move some place else, after all." he says, instead.
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"I don't--" he says, whatever chemicals are in him betraying him again. He regrets saying it immediately, biting at his own cheek to try to keep himself in check. He really doesn't want Stede far away, though- far the opposite. He just doesn't know if he's making another stupid decision with his dick.
He regrounds himself, looking down at his own feet. He feels like he's silent forever, in truth. He's almost afraid to look up again and see that Stede isn't there.
"I've been a fucking mess, Stede..." he whispers, still looking away. I've missed you, he thinks, but can't bring himself to say it. "...maybe we should move some place else, after all." he says, instead.