[He guesses. God, he's the worst person in the world to be doing this. He wishes there was somebody who knew how to - form sentences who could help her. But he's gonna go even though he's a shitty last choice, and nothing and no one can stop him.]
[He knocks on her door shortly. Under other circumstances, with what he's learned here, he would have brought her something anyway. Something fine and delicate, something pretty, something useful: a flower, a tea-set, a photograph. But he doesn't want to touch anything. His gloves are cinched tight at his wrists.]
private ~> spam
[He guesses. God, he's the worst person in the world to be doing this. He wishes there was somebody who knew how to - form sentences who could help her. But he's gonna go even though he's a shitty last choice, and nothing and no one can stop him.]
[He knocks on her door shortly. Under other circumstances, with what he's learned here, he would have brought her something anyway. Something fine and delicate, something pretty, something useful: a flower, a tea-set, a photograph. But he doesn't want to touch anything. His gloves are cinched tight at his wrists.]
It's me.