(ᵃᵖ) I'm not a sidekick.

This blog has been archived. You can find Claire Temple over HERE. All threads will be dropped since I need a fresh start, but plots we had over here can be moved and picked up back again over there.

He shied from her hand, putting his own over his face. “I know for a fact that it didn’t leave a scar.” How long had he spent in the mirror afterwards making sure that it didn’t? That was a story he didn’t want to have to relay to people. When it healed, he triple checked and remembered sighing in relief that he had gotten lucky. “It’s teeth were especially vicious. Wasn’t there a study that said the smaller the dog, the more angry they are? You’re welcome.” 

Anskdhaishs can she force him to wear this pls

She’s agreeing that it is what it is, but he’s paranoid, blame the lack of eyesight. It was nothing against her personally, but he doubted Claire would see it that way. 

He can tell she’s watching him and he licks his lips, tasting blood a moment, sighing slightly as she calls him Mike. She’s annoyed with him, which is fair but, he’s not sure she actually understands. In compromise he swallows the pill, drinking the glass of water until it’s about half full.  “Claire, it….It’s not like that. It hasn’t nothing to do with you. But you have to understand, I can’t see. Anything given to me could be poison and I would never see it coming.  Call it paranoia…” There’s a sigh and he looks away, fingers rubbing across cool glass. “You know I trust you.” 

People can have things going on in their lives that you don’t know about. Or maybe they’re queueing things, which is what I do. I understand self esteem issues are hard but there’s only so much to be done. At this point, if you’re finding it hard to enjoy yourself and be empathetic, then I’d suggest maybe unfollowing people and trying to find new partners that are more your speed.