[Voice]

[vandalization]

So guys? Uh. Look. Two out of three of you are aware, but.

I guess while there's not some huge disaster going on we could talk about. Stuff?

I kind of have a thing. For all three of you. Surpriiiiise Percy... And uh. Look I know I kinda flipped out last time, but I'm starting to feel better and I'd like to discuss it.

I kinda got into this thinking all of you were an item, but I realized I was mistaken. That. Still doesn't change the fact that I'm really kind of into you all in a big way.

I just wanna know if I'm barking up the wrong tree or... yeah.

And before any of you say it, I don't wanna 'do better'. Can't change how I feel.

God fucking damn I'm so awkward.

I just wanna talk about it, I'm not saying you have to... do anything or make me happy or whatever, I just.

Haha, I guess I don't know what I want. I just want to get it out there, because it's been the elephant in the room for me for a while, you know?

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[He fidgets uncomfortably, not certain what to say, how to fix this horrible mess he's made. It's all spiraled out of control, way beyond his expectations for how he thought this could go.]

[His voice is small, thin as a ghost, something like a fist tightening around his spark that strangles the words as they come forth...]

I don't...I don't understand. Please? Why this is so much worse? Where I went so wrong?

[The words struggle too weakly to have any accusation in them, begging only to understand.]

I-I'm sorry.

[His hands are out, beseeching, until Drift's next words come and he flinches back as if brutally struck, footplates scraping on the floor as he back pedals.] ^{But Rung said--}[His vocalizer cuts off the rest with tight static. It rears up from the dark recesses of his memory core, summoned by the accusation, the spectre of all that was wrong about that time. All that was wrong with him. There's a choked cry that he fails to muffle behind his hand as his back finds the wall, optics squinting shut as he tries to shake the thoughts from his mind, the other scrabbling to find the door.]