[He watches, as Rafael takes a sit on the most precarious possible seat on the ship. The thought scratches in the back of his head, He didn't used to act like this. What if...

Was it his fault? That Rafael was being pushed to some desperate, unhinged edge. It wasn't impossible... 'Aracha' meant so much to him. He loved--

A ripple of pain spreads through him before he can acknowledge the feeling. Just another stone thrown into the well of guilt he'd made for himself.

This was a terrible idea. He could never talk to Rafael again, not like things were normal - not like he hadn't stabbed him in the heart. ...But.

His body moved forward anyway, against all better judgment. Stupid, awful, why. A voice in the dark, that's all he needs to be, right?]

...Don't sit there, idiot.