Oh let me count the ways. Is being fucked, fucked up, fucked off upon and once again fucked enough to be getting on with?

[a tic twitches at the corner of his mouth. There's something so angry buried so deep, even now there's only a hint of it. Heartbreak. Because if he let it out he'd go crazy. He would. If he's not already, that would be the straw and it's.

The wrong place, for this. But isn't it the worst, to warn someone off something you so want.]

None of which is cause for your concern. I'm merely... advising. Touch has been a rarity for me, I may feel more than is meant.