[Are you kidding? Beating himself up for stuff is like, one of the things he's best at! Other than composing music.]
Okay.
[Inhale. Exhale.]
...I don't think you'd be that fond of my arms if you found out what's under here. [he gestures to his sleeved arm. It's not so much that he wants to ruin her fantasy but it feels weird to have someone like your guns so much when they're such a point of self-contention. He works a lot harder on his abs to be perfectly honest.]
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Okay.
[Inhale. Exhale.]
...I don't think you'd be that fond of my arms if you found out what's under here. [he gestures to his sleeved arm. It's not so much that he wants to ruin her fantasy but it feels weird to have someone like your guns so much when they're such a point of self-contention. He works a lot harder on his abs to be perfectly honest.]