𝔹𝕪𝕥𝕖 #649

Oh, dear. Issat bad?

Not uh… on me, no?

Yah. There a problem?

Always here t’help ya feel it.

Love comes from some weird places, friend. Don’t change it much,

Still the same person. A lil’ different, yah— but still ya.

Why not? Ya still’re you. Ya trauma dun change that.

Whassat matter?

People can’ take ya identity, love. Y’gotta give it up t’em.

Yur more than thah’. Yur a person.

I’m short maself. Nothin’ to sweat.

‘course not. It’sa common turn’a phrase.

I’un… see how that matters.

Hmm?

Don’t sell yaself short. Yur better than thah’.

Maybe. But I like ya. That counts for sumn.

Well, ya’un need t’a believe it t’be true.

Yur a helluva beaut, love. Hate ta break it t’ya.

Y’flatta me. Yur far cuta.

May I help ya, lass?