[Terry sat through the entire rant, and the resigned look he'd picked up an edge of confusion before he just sat there, crossed arms over his knees, looking far too wary of a situation that really didn't merit it. Really, the issue was pretty simple, pulled to the bare bones. Claudio apparently saw something worth having some whole emotional upheaval in him, and though fuck if he knew what it was, that settled in somewhere in Terry's head. It freaked him the fuck out to be honest, because what the hell had he even fucking done to earn that. He couldn't picture it, and god knew he was trying to. At the point where he'd finally processed everything, Terry rolled his eyes in some near failed attempt to act normal.]
You didn't fuck it up. Okay?
It's....['Difficult to try and figure out what the hell made you come to this decision or where the hell I stand, and I kind of expected to get decked in the face about ten minutes ago, and had my plans change drastically and don't know what to do with myself' or "it's kind of hard to figure out things when you keep trying to leave and wont explain why the fuck this popped into your head cause I don't get it." Terry rested his head against his arms.]
[Or, there's just the possibility of saying 'it's not fucked up because now you have me thinking about this and fuck you for making it sound like it might not crash and burn horribly because you might actually mean what you're saying.']
[Or, there was all of the above. Terry pulled his head up to try and actually make something like decent conversation. Eye contact would likely help more.]
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It freaked him the fuck out to be honest, because what the hell had he even fucking done to earn that. He couldn't picture it, and god knew he was trying to.At the point where he'd finally processed everything, Terry rolled his eyes in some near failed attempt to act normal.]You didn't fuck it up. Okay?
It's....['Difficult to try and figure out what the hell made you come to this decision or where the hell I stand, and I kind of expected to get decked in the face about ten minutes ago, and had my plans change drastically and don't know what to do with myself' or "it's kind of hard to figure out things when you keep trying to leave and wont explain why the fuck this popped into your head cause I don't get it." Terry rested his head against his arms.]
[Or, there's just the possibility of saying 'it's not fucked up because now you have me thinking about this and fuck you for making it sound like it might not crash and burn horribly because you might actually mean what you're saying.']
[Or, there was all of the above. Terry pulled his head up to try and actually make something like decent conversation. Eye contact would likely help more.]
......I think forgetting is kind of a lost cause.