(it'll be reserved for times like this, when he feels comfortable to be vulnerable, to peel just a little bit of his million masks off to show a glimpse of what's inside. loneliness, darkness, but the struggle and the will to find some light, even a little of it, so he can keep going himself. it'll never be enough, and he knows that for a fact - but it's something, and something often can be better than absolutely nothing.

it does turn into an expression of surprise when the cupcake appears on his hands, and he laughs, just a little bit.)

I know I'm super thin, but I'm full, I'm full! Let me save some for later.

(for chuuya. gogol. fyfy.)

... I can't. I got my hands full, even if it doesn't look like it. I need to keep my people from killing each other, literally, and cooperating, so I can't-- start anything myself, but I'll help when I can.

(he's a coward.)