I can’t help but tell you whatever truthful thing crosses my mind - so I’m also going to tell you things I want. But I’m often frustrated by my own ignorance of what that even is. The things we’ve discovered seem to be from trial and error.

[ Zechs felt a little relieved, frankly, that that’s clearly true and not an excuse. ]

I like being broken down to a point I have to give in. When things no longer feel like an option. It’s an illusion, but that illusion is - as if it is an excuse to give in, an allowance. I have figured this much out on my own.

Regardless of what we do, so long as we remain on topics which don’t distress us too greatly … [ He’s going to try and sneak in another kiss - ] … we can wait until this wears off. It seems illogical it’d be indefinite, nothing here is.