Private Finished Talk Me Through It

Realistically speaking, Angelo should have known she would eventually come around to the conclusion that he was breaking up with her. That was kind of how it went. If you ever said we need to talk it was because you were trying to break up with someone. That was really how it went.

"No!" He blurted, but she was backpedaling as fast as he probably should have been. He felt out of his depth all of a sudden, like he should definitely have fielded the entire conversation past someone.

But who?

That was a sort of sad state of things: Angelo didn't have a lot of close friends who didn't also know Alma, and he wasn't about to talk about his relationship problems with someone who also knew her. That was the problem with sharing a friend circle: he wasn't willing to bias things one way or another.

So he tried to take a deep breath, focusing on himself. On what he could feel. Not on the way he'd probably just made Alma feel like crap. He had to focus.

He reached out, taking Alma's hand and giving it a squeeze.

"I don't think it's weird. I think it's interesting, and it's... it's a part of you. I don't think it's something you should ignore, and I don't think you... you fetishize people. That isn't what this is about. This is about... about me. And I know that sounds like a stupid cliche, it's not you, it's me and all, but I swear it isn't like that. I've felt this way for... for a long time. Like I think Iggy's cute and he's not quite my type but I get why you like him. When I first came to the island I thought like... even people with wings were too much, and I've dialed it up and gotten better with it, but I still... I still get thrown off by people who don't look really human. People who are blue or who have multiple eyes or... or any of that stuff. And I guess seeing your new form reminded me that I still haven't adjusted to that, and it feels... it feels weird? It feels like I'm being judgmental. They're people just like me and looking non-human shouldn't change things."

But it did, and he didn't know how to handle that.

Angelo felt very strongly he'd gone too far, pushing into uncomfortable territory without entirely meaning to. He was happy for the excuse, stepping into the kitchen to pull the food off the stove, and taking a nice deep breath as he tried to come up with a better... a better something. Explanation? Understanding?

Instead, he tried to crack a joke and hopefully lighten the mood just a bit.

"You can't say you're dating a guy with two arms and two legs," he pointed out, giving her a smile. "I've only got the one arm, after all."