[He glances up, almost surprised to see Erik there, even though he knows he probably shouldn't be. He's not sure if it's a comfort or not, to feel that tenseness, that urge to fight and protect what was left, but at the same time, he was reassured by it, that someone did care, and while there was a part of him that wanted to just say nothing, he was fine, this was Erik, and he had had a point about following his own advice.
But he still doesn't know what to say, and he struggles for a moment, fighting his natural urge to just brush it off like it wasn't a big deal, but not sure how he wanted to actually articulate how he was feeling.]
I feel like I'm falling apart, [He admits slowly, picking his words carefully, like he's afraid of what saying them out loud is going to mean, because he is, in so many ways.] And that no matter what I do or say, things just keep getting worse.
[That wasn't explicitly answering the question, but it was something more than he might have offered under different circumstances.]
[spam]
But he still doesn't know what to say, and he struggles for a moment, fighting his natural urge to just brush it off like it wasn't a big deal, but not sure how he wanted to actually articulate how he was feeling.]
I feel like I'm falling apart, [He admits slowly, picking his words carefully, like he's afraid of what saying them out loud is going to mean, because he is, in so many ways.] And that no matter what I do or say, things just keep getting worse.
[That wasn't explicitly answering the question, but it was something more than he might have offered under different circumstances.]