...I must not have thought this through.
I apologise. For my rash words.
I did want something more.
But I can only ever think of dying, lately.
...

Syrup steps close to Orca, uncomfortably so.
Their height difference leaves Orca looking up nervously, yet he does not move away from the advance.
Syrup's eyes search his, much like they had upon their first encounter.
Orca swallows heavily.
His throat is tight, yet
he's not sure why.
Somehow, he's unafraid.

...Syrup?