[Terry hadn't even realized quite how tense he'd gotten, how hard it had been to say all of that, until he'd gotten through it. He just felt awkward and kind of raw, and even though he leaned in to the kiss, he was sort of glad for the space after. People. Still not great with people. (Even if he'd sort of decided that Claudio didn't really count as people in that sense. Still. ) He'd closed his eyes to sort of get a hold of his brain and what the fuck he was doing, and when he opened them, once again realized he'd completely lost any real chance at eye contact for the moment. But that was okay. Claudio was sort of shit at dealing with people, too. Made things easier.]

I said, it's fine. I get it. I'm not-[Liar. Try again.]...mad about that. [Better. And yes, he did completely pretend as if he'd missed the first part of the apology. Just another thing a bit to hard to deal with. Apologizing to him wouldn't fix anything. Trauma's fault, anyway.]

Mine was-[No. Trying for honesty. Let's keep with that.]....is. Pretty bad. So temper's got nothing to do with it. Just have to work at it. It's not going to be perfect, but we should be able to figure out triggers. Shit like that.