[The first time this happened and Keats was upset, Mettaton felt this horrible mixture of misery and vindication.
Now he pulls himself out of the other man's grasp, caught between disappoint and repulsion and this desperate need to curl into his arms and forget that this even happened and...
He chokes out a laugh, turning his back and pressing a palm against his right eye.]
What does it matter?! It wouldn't be the first time! What was it that you said then...? Haha!! That's right!
Nothing. You didn't say anything. [That's not fair--not entirely. It was Mettaton that changed the subject, like he's ALWAYS done, but maybe Keats should have known him enough then to see through the self-hating smoke-screen. Maybe he shouldn't have called for a follow-up and ask the side of the story from the person that hurt him instead of asking Mettaton directly.
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Now he pulls himself out of the other man's grasp, caught between disappoint and repulsion and this desperate need to curl into his arms and forget that this even happened and...
He chokes out a laugh, turning his back and pressing a palm against his right eye.]
What does it matter?! It wouldn't be the first time! What was it that you said then...? Haha!! That's right!
Nothing. You didn't say anything. [That's not fair--not entirely. It was Mettaton that changed the subject, like he's ALWAYS done, but maybe Keats should have known him enough then to see through the self-hating smoke-screen. Maybe he shouldn't have called for a follow-up and ask the side of the story from the person that hurt him instead of asking Mettaton directly.
...]
Get out of my room.