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It ain’t you, Ain.

[Wolfwood finally, somehow, manages to choke out. It’s strangled in his throat, his teeth gritting with every breath he takes because this is the one thing he hasn’t made peace with yet and, well. He’s maybe fucking about to.]

I know- I know it’s shitty and I’m sorry, but I don’t- I don’t know what I’m fucking doing-

[He brings both hands up, pressing the heels of his palms hard into his eyes, as if to force the tears back in before they can fall.]

I only do that shit because I’m a fuckin’ coward, okay!? I can’t…I can’t deal with what the world will do to me.

[If it turns out he is, in fact, gay. You’d think he’d have thicker skin by now.]

It…it ain’t because I want to forget. It ain’t because I don’t like you. I…wanna remember. I wanna remember it.

But it scares me.

[He pulls his hands away from his face, finally looking at Ain with his eyes bloodshot, half from his bender and half from his head trying to explode in real time.]

M’sorry. I’m hurtin’ you and I don’t want that. But I- I see you wearin women’s clothing and I end up wishin’ you were in somethin’ else because thinkin’ about women turns me off- [He’s rambling now, everything kind of spilling out of him all at once.] -or playin’ at bein’ husband and wife when I- I. I’d rather…

[Well. If they were husbands, they’d get shot. But Ain knows all about that.]