"What's the catch?" he couldn't stop the words before they came out, blushing and scowling, bowing his head, hating that he asked because now he was sure the gig was up, that his suspicions would make this guy back off or clue him in. It was always one or the other.
"It's okay, you don't have to help me," he offered weakly, trying to put distance between them, allowing himself to be ready for the disappointment for 'it's free but-'
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It was too... kind.
It was too... generous.
"What's the catch?" he couldn't stop the words before they came out, blushing and scowling, bowing his head, hating that he asked because now he was sure the gig was up, that his suspicions would make this guy back off or clue him in. It was always one or the other.
"It's okay, you don't have to help me," he offered weakly, trying to put distance between them, allowing himself to be ready for the disappointment for 'it's free but-'