[There was this sickening drop in his stomach when she said that, fear starting to build as he started to think about all the things she might not like about him. What if he couldn't fix it? Oh god. What if it was his face? His smell? His... god, what? What was it?]
Wh-- ah, what... what would this thing be? That I can handle? In time?
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Wh-- ah, what... what would this thing be? That I can handle? In time?