wednesday 2nd september
at home
He wanted to pull away from the physical contact, but knew that she'd take it the wrong way. It wasn't that he didn't want her touching him- it was more that he didn't want anyone to touch him right now. That was how he knew he was getting really bad again.
He shook his head as she said about her getting angry, and then again when she asked if he was anxious because of her or Jace. This kind of anxiety was too general, the type that made everything seem intimidating and scary and made him want to just sleep for another twelve years.
"It's... complicated," he said, shrugging a little, pulling his sleeves even further over his hands. The mention of Jace made something flinch inside of him though and twisted his stomach. Of course his demons had to start getting to him after he'd been so happy. Well, it had been his own fault- he'd been overthinking every little thing and that had just brought it on himself.
"But I'm fine, seriously. It just seems so long since we hung out that this seems a little surreal," he said, forcing himself to grin before he looked over at her. He wasn't lying- but he also felt like the surreality of the experience was more to do with his anxiety than anything else. But she didn't need to know that. He needed to keep all of these secrets from her.
He shook his head as she said about her getting angry, and then again when she asked if he was anxious because of her or Jace. This kind of anxiety was too general, the type that made everything seem intimidating and scary and made him want to just sleep for another twelve years.
"It's... complicated," he said, shrugging a little, pulling his sleeves even further over his hands. The mention of Jace made something flinch inside of him though and twisted his stomach. Of course his demons had to start getting to him after he'd been so happy. Well, it had been his own fault- he'd been overthinking every little thing and that had just brought it on himself.
"But I'm fine, seriously. It just seems so long since we hung out that this seems a little surreal," he said, forcing himself to grin before he looked over at her. He wasn't lying- but he also felt like the surreality of the experience was more to do with his anxiety than anything else. But she didn't need to know that. He needed to keep all of these secrets from her.