Connie closed his eyes as Bertolt continued to pick through his hair, managing to relax a little under the attention. He listened to the story, thinking for a long moment about the ways his own mother used to fuss over him. Admittedly, he'd been troublesome and had given her far too many reasons to worry and fuss, but at least he could look back on that fondly now.
He sighed at the squeeze to his shoulder, staring and picking at a spot on the hem of his pants that had frayed.
"I won't. Seriously. I didn't mean to make everyone so worried. I just got so used to doing shit by myself since everything happened, and I kinda keep forgetting it doesn't have to be like that any more."
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Date: 2014-07-23 06:32 pm (UTC)He sighed at the squeeze to his shoulder, staring and picking at a spot on the hem of his pants that had frayed.
"I won't. Seriously. I didn't mean to make everyone so worried. I just got so used to doing shit by myself since everything happened, and I kinda keep forgetting it doesn't have to be like that any more."