[There it is. Not "doctor". Just "Daan". It settles into his chest, a pleasant weight, and he presses his forehead against Vergilius'.]
You have a lot on your shoulders. But I don't think it's as simple as calling yourself good or bad. Though I'm sure just me saying that isn't gonna change your mind anytime soon, but... I mean it.
[He knows the feeling. Despite doing what you have to survive, despite the odds not really in your favorite, it's easy to blame yourself.
It's why Daan had been shocked anyone would do anything to help him.]
Are you gonna hate it if I kiss you? [This is probably not the most romantic moment in the world. Though he feels desperate to show how much he cares for someone who hates himself so much, he'd never forgive himself for doing something they'd both regret.]
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You have a lot on your shoulders. But I don't think it's as simple as calling yourself good or bad. Though I'm sure just me saying that isn't gonna change your mind anytime soon, but... I mean it.
[He knows the feeling. Despite doing what you have to survive, despite the odds not really in your favorite, it's easy to blame yourself.
It's why Daan had been shocked anyone would do anything to help him.]
Are you gonna hate it if I kiss you? [This is probably not the most romantic moment in the world. Though he feels desperate to show how much he cares for someone who hates himself so much, he'd never forgive himself for doing something they'd both regret.]