"Not sure what it is." He mumbled something about being 'too dumb' to figure it out. Oh well. He stayed seated there the entire time, not looking at the other, hiding his face in his knees, face no longer bleeding, just messy. The blood drying in some places, crackling on his face.

For Claudio he was starting ot lose track of the conversation though. He was saying he tried to tell Trauma about what he thought might have happened, after he figured it out, bu he never did. Or had he? He's not sure now.

Fingers through his hair he pulled on it a bit in frustration. The thought he might never say anything about it again? Yeah, actually... "The thought had crossed my mind, year. I mean, you mean the... ah, thing, with the feelings, or do you mean the thing with the ... ah, suggestions? Oh god, what the hell is it that I do now..."

Because yes, he did think that maybe that was that. He said he loved him and that was the end of that.