[Corporations are like gods, where he comes from. He doesn't even blame anyone who throws their lot in with them, as distasteful as the idea is.]
[The man looks back at him. He lets his gaze move to the side, as if embarrassed, caught red-eyed and red-handed.]
No. I appreciate it. I don't...regret asking. [Again, the warring impulse - he wants to pull him close, reassure him. Be there for him. It feels like a maddening itch under the skin.] I just...I-I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.
[He hasn't even done anything. He's worried about what he might do.]
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[Corporations are like gods, where he comes from. He doesn't even blame anyone who throws their lot in with them, as distasteful as the idea is.]
[The man looks back at him. He lets his gaze move to the side, as if embarrassed, caught red-eyed and red-handed.]
No. I appreciate it. I don't...regret asking. [Again, the warring impulse - he wants to pull him close, reassure him. Be there for him. It feels like a maddening itch under the skin.] I just...I-I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.
[He hasn't even done anything. He's worried about what he might do.]