[ It's so easy like this. There's no looming threat behind that face, no worry that the casual wave of his hand is going to go somehow awry. Tavros isn't used to being afraid of Gamzee -- or anyone, really. Fear stopped being a thing after death, some distant memory that he had trouble reconnecting with.

Now, it was all too real. ]

Okay, well...

[ He twists his long fingers together, biting the inside of his cheek as he struggles to find the proper words, hesitating just a fraction longer before he carefully lowers himself into Gamzee's mess of pillows. ]

Well, I think, that... you definitely, violated my trust, and also a body, that was technically mine, in a way that is, definitely going to take some time to repair. The trust, that is. I, sort of think that body is probably exploded now? Or at least, definitely in worse shape than the one that I currently have.

I, also think that maybe due to the forced honesty and, how it was affected by our personal views, at that time, that maybe it wasn't the whole truth, and we need to talk about it. Maybe, not all at once, but, a little bit.

[ He flounders for a second. ]

And, I think you're right. When you said I wasn't the same troll either, I, sort of haven't thought about it a lot... A lot of time, has passed for me but, it was comparatively short compared to what was happening within the confines of the ship. And that means, a lot happened. Some, good... A lot, not so good. And, I think that what I said is also true, that, I keep letting things happen to me, or, just reacting when they do... And I don't think that's a good thing, especially, given what has happened to me in the past, and, uh...

[ He shifts, knotting his fingers tighter together. ]

I don't think that, running away is a good plan, anymore... So, now, I think maybe you should talk, because this is as far as I got, when, I was planning this in my head.