Tavros felt a mish mosh of feelings bubbling in his stomach- or that might have been another wave of nausea?- he didn’t really know at this point. But regardless, he looked up at Sollux with an expression of green faced fear.
“No!” He whispered back, shaking his head, hands moving to writhe together in his lap but before he touched his jeans, they snapped back to his arm rests in order to avoid the mess.
“I’m okay, I, uhh, I didn’t know if you were okay. I’m sorry.” Tav looked more and more concerned and close to either throwing up or crying the more he talked.
“Uhh. You uhh. You didn’t fuck anything up. Really, please don’t think you did. I’m sorry. This has just been a really, uh. A really crazy ass day.”
Tavros brought his hands up to his head then, resting both on either side of his head, cradling it for a moment before he dragged one hand up further, through his hair. However, he stopped when his fingers grazed across the forgotten barrette holding his floppy mohawk back from his eyes. That second of touching the small metal clip calmed down his nerves just enough so he had guts enough to look back at Sollux and squeak out another response.
“We never got lunch, ‘cause of those, uhh, furries. Or whatever you called them. Maybe, if you, uhh. If you wanted too still. Uhhhhh. We could still get lunch and talk sometime? No pressure, if you, uhh, don't want to. I understand if you, uh, if you don't want to.”
Re: Pay no attention to the man in the furrcoat.
“No!” He whispered back, shaking his head, hands moving to writhe together in his lap but before he touched his jeans, they snapped back to his arm rests in order to avoid the mess.
“I’m okay, I, uhh, I didn’t know if you were okay. I’m sorry.” Tav looked more and more concerned and close to either throwing up or crying the more he talked.
“Uhh. You uhh. You didn’t fuck anything up. Really, please don’t think you did. I’m sorry. This has just been a really, uh. A really crazy ass day.”
Tavros brought his hands up to his head then, resting both on either side of his head, cradling it for a moment before he dragged one hand up further, through his hair. However, he stopped when his fingers grazed across the forgotten barrette holding his floppy mohawk back from his eyes. That second of touching the small metal clip calmed down his nerves just enough so he had guts enough to look back at Sollux and squeak out another response.
“We never got lunch, ‘cause of those, uhh, furries. Or whatever you called them. Maybe, if you, uhh. If you wanted too still. Uhhhhh. We could still get lunch and talk sometime? No pressure, if you, uhh, don't want to. I understand if you, uh, if you don't want to.”