[ Funnily enough, it helps. Even if he'd rather draw back, try to retreat and nurse his wounds on his own as he's always done, he doesn't push him away.
Instead, his head turns, lowers to rest against Taylor's as his hands curl into his palms. Then, with a deep shuddering breath, those hands come up to press at his back. ]
I'm not a good person. I don't know if I'm good for you. I don't think I'm good for anyone.
[ Not in the sense they're quickly hurtling towards. ]
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Instead, his head turns, lowers to rest against Taylor's as his hands curl into his palms. Then, with a deep shuddering breath, those hands come up to press at his back. ]
I'm not a good person. I don't know if I'm good for you. I don't think I'm good for anyone.
[ Not in the sense they're quickly hurtling towards. ]