xxxxyou can say you only think you know
xxxxplease, there's a better bit of me to see yet
xxxxcause you haven't seen any of my best
xxxxyou know i hate myself without you now
Keeping his straight face as August spoke felt nigh impossible. He could feel the anger rising in his chest. He wanted to grab him, tell him everything, ask him for forgiveness. But he couldn't. They couldn't be friends. He wouldn't put August at risk like that. But he couldn't not react. He just... He owed August something.
"Maybe I don't have much of a choice." He said, his voice oddly level, as he folded his arms. "I'll make up that rota. I'll... I'll make sure I'm out of your way when everyone comes around." He added, finding that it was that sentence that made his voice waver, just for a second. He shut the door and dropped to the door behind it, burying his head in his hands. He reached out and retrieved his headphones, plugged them back into his phone, and turned up the volume as loud as he could bear. He needed to tune out the world somehow, needed to try and calm himself down. He wouldn't let the cracks show.