A Hushed Heart to Heart

Aaron's thumb rubbed the bracelet on his left wrist as he walked, with school back he'd requested to have access to one when needed, they'd allowed it only while on school grounds. In truth, he wasn't sure he could trust himself anymore, and the attack had shaken his trust in others, so he'd begun closing himself from everyone. Him and their mom and fought, and he wondered if she blamed him for all of it. So, in the end, he gave in, finished getting a dorm for himself, he hadn't told many that he was moving.

Alma had text, a location where they could meet and talk about what happened. He didn't know what he was going to say, he'd had a hard time talking anyone about anything recently, words had just become difficult. Finally he walked into the courtyard, his arms going to his sides, he felt so much guilt and self hatred, over what had happened, over everything really.

Taking a small breath, he walked over to her, stopping a little ways from her, so that she'd have distance if she wanted it. "I...," he went to say something, but found his words failing him, he was falling apart, he'd staid fed, so he was physically healthy, but still looked off and broken. "I'm so sorry," he finally said, tears appearing in his eyes though he pushed them back, once in private he'd probably break down, "I...I fucked up and I hurt you, gods I'm so sorry," he said so only she could hear, he didn't want to draw the other students' attention. He doubted he could ever be forgiven, he wasn't sure he deserved it, he didn't really understand himself anymore.

"There...there letting me wear it during school," he explained, "I'd talked to them before about it....before the attack," he took a shaky breath. "after it..happened...they said I can't wear it outside of school because...it shuts everything off, don't even have my wings." He'd kept it as an option, in case some of his classmates started getting bothered by the aura, or if a teacher thought it was a distraction.

He fidgeted a bit more, she'd notice a bandaid on his left arm, no healing factor so he healed like a human. "I..uh...," he wasn't sure what to say, not having his powers even during school felt weird, like a bit of him was missing, he didn't trust many after the attack, but he wasn't sure he could trust himself. A few had taken the bracelet as a sign to pick up the bullying again. Like some seem to think him wearing it was a sign all the rumors were true, he was starting to doubt himself too.

"So..I'm..," he swallowed, "I'm wearing it on campus and....yeah." His left hand trembled again, he didn't want to lose her because of the damned aura, she was his family, she'd supported him when no one else cared, so he'd chosen to wear it now, so she wouldn't feel the aura.

"Uh.....I'm moving out," he told her just as she asked why he thought she'd asked him to meet her here, "s-sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," he'd fidget, "uh...I got a dorm...moving my stuff in tomorrow." Things weren't good with mom, and with what happened he'd decided it'd be best if he was out of the picture.

This was hard, so hard, he'd fidget a bit more, listened to her quietly. "To talk? Maybe ask and tell some things?" he had things he should tell her too, about what's happening with him he supposed, she should know afterall, and he'd listen to anything she'd say.

He wished he could make things better, but there was no going back. All he could do was go forward, try to piece things back together, rebuild things with Alma, though he wouldn't blame her if she always hated him.

"A-about what happened...about what we do going forward," his hands sorta gently grabbed onto his arms, he's felt like a prisoner to his own biological needs for a while now, it was like his body was telling any potential sexual encounter was needed, especially when he hadn't fed, when his head got fuzzy, but now someone he cares about got hurt, so all he could feel was how much he hated himself.

"I'll understand...," he said quietly, "if you...hate me..don't want anything to do with me." Their mom hated him now, wanted him gone, so he'd remove himself from the picture, make things better for them.

Blame, it was a funny thing, easily placed onto people. Perhaps it was his fault, or perhaps his biology had taken over, made it harder to resist such things. Either way, at the moment, he laid it all on himself and no one else, he thought any and all hated his mom felt, and even the other students gelt was justified.

"No," he answered, and he wasn't, she was his sister, he'd never felt attracted to her. Which brought up the question of what exactly happened, between his therapist and his new doctor, they'd figured out what happened, what went wrong, "I need to tell you something, but we should talk more first."

"Uh, listen, me moving out...I didn't do it to get away from you or mom," in all honesty their mother more or less kicked him out, but he didn't want to go into that right now, "I just thought that everyone needed some space to figure things out."

He took a breath, "so uh....are you ok, like physically? You're not getting sick or anything?" Their hybrid biology was so weird, they'd both gotten sick when they first started to change, "no changes or anything?" His biology was can changing again, speeding up, so hers might be too.