[ If Hellboy didn't feel equal to Gilia's regard for him before, he certainly doesn't now, not after what he's done. Despite the reassurances he's had that it wasn't his fault, he can't deny the memory of it still sitting within him, smeared across his stomach underneath those bandages. The thought of someone like Gilia seeing that evidence, knowing the details of it all makes him feel even sicker.
He closes his eyes under the pass of her lips against him and doesn't open them, his head bowed. ]
no subject
He closes his eyes under the pass of her lips against him and doesn't open them, his head bowed. ]
No, kid. You need to leave.