You don't have to. I also wanted to tell someone this that didn't know me very well, so they wouldn't get as upset about it.
I think about... doing bad things to myself sometimes, too. I don't know what else to do.
Thank you for listening, though. Nobody really wants to listen, or can.
...
I've never been to the plains, you know. But he was.
-Finishes adding scales and a pair of horns, the tail already tucked out of site-
...I... I do still wish to help, Cloud, by any means I can... You helped me, and you—... you're a good sort, you hardly deserve any of this, so it's only fair...
(Gawps a bit at the horns, but then looks down at his arms self-consciously and meekly ceases the gawping.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Gracia behind you-
Was that your friend, Tabitha?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(Looks down a bit, his brow furrowing.)
...You reassured me when I was distraught, and you've been kind and haven't asked me uncomfortable questions about my arms or commented on my weight or called me a gook or a homosexual deviant. I would say that's more than reason enough.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019No, my name's Gracia. Not Jesus.
-Offers a hand-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Takes one and eats it-
-Pauses, seeming taken aback-