[ Inigo's voice is a little quiet as he says it, looking over at Jumblie. Who, in turn, momentarily bows at Gibbs as if to thank him for the dance before running right over at Inigo, jumping at him. Inigo doesn't even seem to have to think before wrapping his arms around her, like this is just some natural thing they do multiple times a day.
He feels a little guilty though as he looks down at her, feeling her usual warmth in his chest, down to his very heart. It's not as if her presence hasn't helped, but somehow Inigo feels like there's something wrong with him to still feel that familiar anxiety and occasional sadness even with her by his side. Like he should somehow be better than this. ]
But I'd rather still just.. not think about it.
[ Starting over by himself. Even with Jumblie by his side. It's too much. It plays on every since trauma he has, every single fear. Even just his mind slightly wandering over in the direction of the thought makes everything inside of him freeze, twist, like he's either going to throw up or pass out. Like a wall he can't get over, can't force himself past. Like every nightmare he's had of losing people again, again, again.
He holds the higgledy a bit tighter, forcing his mind away from it. Letting her light guide him away from it. ]
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[ Inigo's voice is a little quiet as he says it, looking over at Jumblie. Who, in turn, momentarily bows at Gibbs as if to thank him for the dance before running right over at Inigo, jumping at him. Inigo doesn't even seem to have to think before wrapping his arms around her, like this is just some natural thing they do multiple times a day.
He feels a little guilty though as he looks down at her, feeling her usual warmth in his chest, down to his very heart. It's not as if her presence hasn't helped, but somehow Inigo feels like there's something wrong with him to still feel that familiar anxiety and occasional sadness even with her by his side. Like he should somehow be better than this. ]
But I'd rather still just.. not think about it.
[ Starting over by himself. Even with Jumblie by his side. It's too much. It plays on every since trauma he has, every single fear. Even just his mind slightly wandering over in the direction of the thought makes everything inside of him freeze, twist, like he's either going to throw up or pass out. Like a wall he can't get over, can't force himself past. Like every nightmare he's had of losing people again, again, again.
He holds the higgledy a bit tighter, forcing his mind away from it. Letting her light guide him away from it. ]
I'm not ready.