[Riz's shoulders creep up towards his ears, an edge of uncertainty to his voice. It's a bit of a conflict of interests to him, where he wants to do what makes Boober happy (tell him things), not worry him (which would mean not telling him things), not make him leave him (which, again, historically involved not telling people things) and keep everything painful and vulnerable clutched close to his chest (less pain that way).
So, with all that, he doesn't feel he can just promise Boober he will. He doesn't want to make empty promises.]
I can-- I can try? I'm sorry, I'm not good at this sort of thing.
[Is trying enough? Even his mom, his most closest confidante doesn't get treated to his worries too often (she is so busy, she doesn't need more on her plate).]
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So, with all that, he doesn't feel he can just promise Boober he will. He doesn't want to make empty promises.]
I can-- I can try? I'm sorry, I'm not good at this sort of thing.
[Is trying enough? Even his mom, his most closest confidante doesn't get treated to his worries too often (she is so busy, she doesn't need more on her plate).]