Can't stop; the gods of engineering

[near_your_enemy]

Oh god.

He couldn't.... oh god

N could barely think straight, the mark on his cheek suddenly much less of an issue than it had been a moment before.  He couldn't even look at Mihael, hands pressed to his mouth as he stumbled against the wall in horror, barely managing to stay upright.

He was going to be sick.

[[ooc: continued from here]]

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[near_your_enemy]

He's breathing shakily, as if he just barely remembers how, finally moving his eyes to look feebly towards Mihael, eyes watering slightly as he shakes his head quickly.

"I--that. That wasn't--"

[near_your_enemy]

He doesn't think he can say anything right now, his blood running cold at the memories--the things he said...

Slowly, tentatively, he holds his arms out, lower lip quivering slightly.

[near_your_enemy]

He looks almost hurt that Mihael didn't come over, letting his own arms fall to his sides.

"I'm... are--are you... are you alright?"

[near_your_enemy]

He falls into Mihael's arms quickly, wrapping his own arms around the other's waist and sniffling somewhat, burying his face into Mihael's chest chest.

"It's okay. It--it doesn't hurt."

[near_your_enemy]

"I didn't mean it, any of it, that room is evil, I'm sorry--"

[near_your_enemy]

"I love you--you're amazing and beautiful, and don't ever let me say anything like that again."

[near_your_enemy]

He nods slowly, nuzzling his good cheek into Mihael's shirt.

"It's okay. Don't--it really doesn't hurt that much, okay...?"

[near_your_enemy]

"I said worse--I... I'm sorry."

Clinging now, to Mihael's shirt. "I take it all back, okay?"