Gerry frowns deeply at this, concerned and puzzled. What the hell does that mean? A room without doors... trapped? Useless, somehow?
At Drelasa's last remark, Gerry lets out a huff of air. "Yeah, that sounds like him. That... abject refusal to worry about himself is why I'm always so damn worried for him. And I do get it, I'm not exactly the self-care king or whatever. But he's just so avoidant and I don't know how to get through to him that he can talk to me. That I want him to."
Ironically, Gerry fails to comment on his own well-being.
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Date: 2024-09-23 03:03 pm (UTC)At Drelasa's last remark, Gerry lets out a huff of air. "Yeah, that sounds like him. That... abject refusal to worry about himself is why I'm always so damn worried for him. And I do get it, I'm not exactly the self-care king or whatever. But he's just so avoidant and I don't know how to get through to him that he can talk to me. That I want him to."
Ironically, Gerry fails to comment on his own well-being.
"...Wanna split this potato bread with me?"