[On the other side of the keyboard, in the privacy of his apartment where no one can see or hear him, Alfred is...crumbling. Behind him, his tail is lashing back and forth, agitated, almost in time with the trembling of his jaw.
Keep it together, Alfred. It's fine. It's fine. You're fine. Nothing is wrong here except for you, idiot, you're always in your own way, aren't you, you stupid, naive thing-
It's fine. You're fine.]
i don't really know how to talk about it?
you didnt do it to me. you did it to him. and he asked for it, af ter all .
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Keep it together, Alfred. It's fine. It's fine. You're fine. Nothing is wrong here except for you, idiot, you're always in your own way, aren't you, you stupid, naive thing-
It's fine. You're fine.]
i don't really know how to talk about it?
you didnt do it to me. you did it to him. and he asked for it, af
ter all
.
if it is common i would not know
i am not
i don't think i'm
i don't know if
sorry