[There's a part of him that's smarter than this, that's analytical and logical and can follow that he never gets sick, that it makes no sense that it came on so suddenly, and that this is fake. This is something he can push through. But Taako's always been a man barely in control of his own feelings and rapidly shoving them down until they burst, and he certainly feels like he's leaking at the seams. It's an overload, like a load of junk data pushed into his head that overrides any sense, any logic.
But Kravitz says I love you so much and he feels like he's about to break into tears.
How could he mean that? How could he ever really want this? Want Taako threatening his life, yelling at him, making him cry. What does Taako ever bring him but this weight, this hurt that's plagued him for so long?
Why the fuck does Kravitz keep finding ways to care about him?
He still feels barely restrained, panic locking his limbs, his thoughts, the air from his throat. But he finally speaks, chokes out the words. This isn't real. This isn't real this isn't real it isn't happening--]
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But Kravitz says I love you so much and he feels like he's about to break into tears.
How could he mean that? How could he ever really want this? Want Taako threatening his life, yelling at him, making him cry. What does Taako ever bring him but this weight, this hurt that's plagued him for so long?
Why the fuck does Kravitz keep finding ways to care about him?
He still feels barely restrained, panic locking his limbs, his thoughts, the air from his throat. But he finally speaks, chokes out the words. This isn't real. This isn't real this isn't real it isn't happening--]
Krav... what the fuck is going on?