And I would never hear the end of it. A man in my position, "cute".
[He swallows hard, though, as the recognition of what's actually happening starts to settle around him. Affection, conversation; the mixture of the two is sweetly intoxicating, lulling him into an unusual state of calm. He's not being asked to think, or even really to reciprocate. He can just talk, just experience, and it's all right; at the very least, Abbacchio doesn't seem to have a problem with it.]
I had a...demanding upbringing. Laziness was not tolerated.
[...]
That sounds like an excuse. I don't mean it to be. Just...the source of your correct assumption.
no subject
[He swallows hard, though, as the recognition of what's actually happening starts to settle around him. Affection, conversation; the mixture of the two is sweetly intoxicating, lulling him into an unusual state of calm. He's not being asked to think, or even really to reciprocate. He can just talk, just experience, and it's all right; at the very least, Abbacchio doesn't seem to have a problem with it.]
I had a...demanding upbringing. Laziness was not tolerated.
[...]
That sounds like an excuse. I don't mean it to be. Just...the source of your correct assumption.