His sobs seem to get more panicked. Betelgeuse is shaking his head and digging his hands into Rhys before inexplicably trying to push him away.
"Whoa. Whoa. I can feel my heart. Oh my god there's this weird rushing in my ears and everything is too much. Jesus - Stringbean, Rhys, I can't do this, I have to...to do something."
Betelgeuse pulls at his hair a little, fighting back a sudden overwhelming wave of fear and anger and why is he feeling all these things times a hundred?
"No. No no, this is all wrong, something's wrong, I need to get away, I'm sorry." The demon-turned-human looks at Rhys like a drowning fish. "But I can't do this to you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you too, I'm sorry."
He reaches in his mind for a solution and knows instinctively that something's changed, that he can just go home, leave, except there isn't a home yet for him but he can't stay here with Rhys looking so adorable and confused to the point where it's making his newly beating heart ache.
The living, breathing man rubs at his forehead and, shit, it's sweat. Sweat and tears when he never used to sweat before. He stares, shoulders shaking, at his own hand. So many tiny little blood vessels beneath the skin, all pumping to keep his newly formed circulatory system beating.
This body's so weird. So delicate.
He gulps a breath of air, looks up to lock eyes with Rhys, feeling an overwhelming sense of-
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Date: 2020-07-17 10:59 pm (UTC)"Whoa. Whoa. I can feel my heart. Oh my god there's this weird rushing in my ears and everything is too much. Jesus - Stringbean, Rhys, I can't do this, I have to...to do something."
Betelgeuse pulls at his hair a little, fighting back a sudden overwhelming wave of fear and anger and why is he feeling all these things times a hundred?
"No. No no, this is all wrong, something's wrong, I need to get away, I'm sorry." The demon-turned-human looks at Rhys like a drowning fish. "But I can't do this to you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you too, I'm sorry."
He reaches in his mind for a solution and knows instinctively that something's changed, that he can just go home, leave, except there isn't a home yet for him but he can't stay here with Rhys looking so adorable and confused to the point where it's making his newly beating heart ache.
The living, breathing man rubs at his forehead and, shit, it's sweat. Sweat and tears when he never used to sweat before. He stares, shoulders shaking, at his own hand. So many tiny little blood vessels beneath the skin, all pumping to keep his newly formed circulatory system beating.
This body's so weird. So delicate.
He gulps a breath of air, looks up to lock eyes with Rhys, feeling an overwhelming sense of-
"I love you!"
- and disappears off the ship.