[He's caught by surprise when the other stops him so they can look each other face to face. More surprised when the other asks that.
His gaze immediately softens and he merely reaches out to tuck some of Pinocchio's hair behind their ear. It's an affectionate gesture, obviously.] Of course not. To call you a regret would be an insult you are wholly undeserving of. [Wriothesley doesn't think that he has many regrets in life, if any at all.]
If I insinuated that I regretted it, then I should apologize. It is nothing like that. [He had meant it. He had no intention of treating the other like a toy to be discarded.] I hope, if anything, that I can be more attentive to your wants and needs in the future. So that you might not think that I would see our time as a regret.
[Maybe Pinocchio and him are not so dissimilar. Wriothesley was not completely infallible and he could understand the feel of not being wanted. He rarely considered it, but it existed enough that Pinocchio's words touches just a little deeply in his chest.
He also didn't want to be a person who could be so easily discarded. Like merely something to be used. Something instilled by the two people who should have loved him unconditionally, but merely saw him as monetary gain.] Was my inviting you out not enough, perhaps?
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His gaze immediately softens and he merely reaches out to tuck some of Pinocchio's hair behind their ear. It's an affectionate gesture, obviously.] Of course not. To call you a regret would be an insult you are wholly undeserving of. [Wriothesley doesn't think that he has many regrets in life, if any at all.]
If I insinuated that I regretted it, then I should apologize. It is nothing like that. [He had meant it. He had no intention of treating the other like a toy to be discarded.] I hope, if anything, that I can be more attentive to your wants and needs in the future. So that you might not think that I would see our time as a regret.
[Maybe Pinocchio and him are not so dissimilar. Wriothesley was not completely infallible and he could understand the feel of not being wanted. He rarely considered it, but it existed enough that Pinocchio's words touches just a little deeply in his chest.
He also didn't want to be a person who could be so easily discarded. Like merely something to be used. Something instilled by the two people who should have loved him unconditionally, but merely saw him as monetary gain.] Was my inviting you out not enough, perhaps?