[Now that was something he could understand. Cross scratches the back of his head, trying to find the words needed here.
He knew that feeling, that little nagging feeling that just chewed on the back of your mind. As if some little parasite burrowed it's way into their brain and continued to tell you all the insecurities of if they liked you or not.
But, he shakes the thought away both figuratively and literally.]
I'm sure they won't. All you gotta do is apologize and make it up to 'em that's all. No one's gonna hate you.
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He knew that feeling, that little nagging feeling that just chewed on the back of your mind. As if some little parasite burrowed it's way into their brain and continued to tell you all the insecurities of if they liked you or not.
But, he shakes the thought away both figuratively and literally.]
I'm sure they won't. All you gotta do is apologize and make it up to 'em that's all. No one's gonna hate you.