[ A crybaby... But he gets it, too, the relief of not having to be perfect, of not having to live every moment in fear of retribution when he doesn't do something exactly right. Living like that was exhausting; lying on hardwood floor holding Yuya's hand is the opposite of that. ]
Hm... Okay! How about this? We can start off small, baby steps!
[ He squeezes Yuya's hand. ]
Tell me just one thing. It doesn't have to be something you love about yourself- or like, even! Something you don't hate, something you're okay with, I'll take those too.
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Hm... Okay! How about this? We can start off small, baby steps!
[ He squeezes Yuya's hand. ]
Tell me just one thing. It doesn't have to be something you love about yourself- or like, even! Something you don't hate, something you're okay with, I'll take those too.