[He takes the glass because he doesn't know what else to do with his hand, and it's being offered to him. He doesn't bother looking to where he sets the cup down, but he manages with his long limbs to set it down somewhere and not have it crash over.
That offer...
It's hard to breathe, his chest hurts, and that offer sounds more appealing than it should. The air feels tense when it's like this. He spoke seriously because he's not getting rid of this serious feeling. He wants to look away in embarrassment, but he can't bring himself to.]
this is how I die
That offer...
It's hard to breathe, his chest hurts, and that offer sounds more appealing than it should. The air feels tense when it's like this. He spoke seriously because he's not getting rid of this serious feeling. He wants to look away in embarrassment, but he can't bring himself to.]
Maybe... one more time.