[ DESSTIINYYY IS CALLINGGG MEEE ]

I see.

[ oz wonders if that is, again, a question he should've asked. he takes it in regardless. "everyone wants to be wanted." where did the distinction between exhausting and almost welcome begin for that particular sentiment? in this context, he has no idea about it at all. not that it was entirely clear in a different view, either.

would it not be easier to not be chosen, to not be wanted? he's not so sure about that anymore.

he opens his eyes to look at her, then gaze at the bottle. ]

I will attempt to speak in a way that will not coax words out of your heart.

[ he's not sure if that's how she would've responded without their condition. he, at the very least, still finds himself overly cautious, even if he is honest enough when people ask the correct questions regardless of stop being a baby bitch truth curses. ]

... And I will not follow the guidance of the bottle for this moment. You would prefer to be chosen — I would prefer to choose. If you are against this, you may tell me now.

[ spoilers: oz does not know how to have a little fun. ]