Excuse you. It's not dramatic. And someday if Trauma uses words, that will be a day to remember and then maybe Claudio will get it. Until then...
He didn't say anything for a moment though, staring at the other for his comment. How... does he not understand the thought of losing the other. And over memory? Because honestly, memory is important and if Claudio had done that shit on purpose he damn well hopes (but doesn't but does) that Trauma wouldn't forgive him for that shit, because that's unforgivable.
So he looked blankly at him sitting there, staring at the floor, saying it doesn't make sense. He moved to come closer, looking confused more then anything now. Reaching out he put a hand on the others arm, coming to knee now in front of the other, knees at either side of the others toes. Trying to get a look at the others face, he found himself more startled by the comment then he expected.
"Are you kidding me right now? Fuckin' hell, Terry. If I did something like that on purpose you aren't... you can't just..." He huffed, not sure how to say it, because he wouldn't want him to leave but...
"You seriously would stay with me if I fucked with your head. On purpose. Like..." He frowned harder. "No." He stated, firmly, hoping to get the others attention. "If I had done that shit on purpose I'd be worse then scum, and I already feel like shit for doing it but... no, see... no. If someone does shit like that you don't stick around. Losing you would... it'd kill me, alright?"
And on a smaller breath of words, head tipped down, scowling down now too. "Don't be stupid. I mean, I wouldn't ever do it on purpose, but if I did, don't fuckin' be stupid."
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He didn't say anything for a moment though, staring at the other for his comment. How... does he not understand the thought of losing the other. And over memory? Because honestly, memory is important and if Claudio had done that shit on purpose he damn well hopes (but doesn't but does) that Trauma wouldn't forgive him for that shit, because that's unforgivable.
So he looked blankly at him sitting there, staring at the floor, saying it doesn't make sense. He moved to come closer, looking confused more then anything now. Reaching out he put a hand on the others arm, coming to knee now in front of the other, knees at either side of the others toes. Trying to get a look at the others face, he found himself more startled by the comment then he expected.
"Are you kidding me right now? Fuckin' hell, Terry. If I did something like that on purpose you aren't... you can't just..." He huffed, not sure how to say it, because he wouldn't want him to leave but...
"You seriously would stay with me if I fucked with your head. On purpose. Like..." He frowned harder. "No." He stated, firmly, hoping to get the others attention. "If I had done that shit on purpose I'd be worse then scum, and I already feel like shit for doing it but... no, see... no. If someone does shit like that you don't stick around. Losing you would... it'd kill me, alright?"
And on a smaller breath of words, head tipped down, scowling down now too. "Don't be stupid. I mean, I wouldn't ever do it on purpose, but if I did, don't fuckin' be stupid."