He's never found it easy to accept compliments, even from people whose word he never questions. It always seems false, somehow, like they're trying to flatter him, or simply ignorant of the things that make him unattractive. Or both. Probably both.
It's even harder when it comes from someone he's literally just met, someone who's spoken with him only briefly. He smiles and looks down, searching for the right words. Then he lifts his head and touches a gentle hand to Ignacio's cheek. ]
You like how I look, I can tell. What more than that could you have possibly seen? You do not know my mind, my heart, or any of the things I do not like about myself. Learn them, and then tell me again, and perhaps I will believe you.
[ He says that, doubting it will happen. He drops his hand and lifts the glass again, taking another drink. Then he shrugs. ]
On the other hand, if all of this is in aid of taking me to one of those beds, we can do that. It is what this place is for, after all.
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He's never found it easy to accept compliments, even from people whose word he never questions. It always seems false, somehow, like they're trying to flatter him, or simply ignorant of the things that make him unattractive. Or both. Probably both.
It's even harder when it comes from someone he's literally just met, someone who's spoken with him only briefly. He smiles and looks down, searching for the right words. Then he lifts his head and touches a gentle hand to Ignacio's cheek. ]
You like how I look, I can tell. What more than that could you have possibly seen? You do not know my mind, my heart, or any of the things I do not like about myself. Learn them, and then tell me again, and perhaps I will believe you.
[ He says that, doubting it will happen. He drops his hand and lifts the glass again, taking another drink. Then he shrugs. ]
On the other hand, if all of this is in aid of taking me to one of those beds, we can do that. It is what this place is for, after all.