Most would view Paisley has a fairly levelheaded person, but in reality, he has a tendency to panic in situations where he’s unsure of how to handle something. He does attempt to remain somewhat calm, however, not wanting to make the person in question whom is actually needing help in that moment, feel any worse. His main goal is to make said person feel better, possibly even smile. Basically just stop the tears in a healthy light. He likes to think that it’s an achievable task, even with how Pip’s currently speaking, for he wishes to never see him in such a state of mind again. Not because he views it as pathetic, or anything of the sort, but because no one deserves to have such self-depreciating thoughts.
He looks smaller than usual. Height wise, the two have quite the difference in stature, though Pip makes up for it in personality most times. You never look at him as being less, because Paisley’s absolutely sure he could take on possibly five guys his size. He’s a tough person, it just seems like that’s who he is, or how he was raised to be. Small doesn’t suit him.
Words make his stomach twist, lanky form sinking down beside him, blatantly worried gaze scanning over tear-streaked features, almost appearing to be attempting to will them away with just the power of his gaze alone. He wishes it were that easy.
❝ What ‘r you talkin’ about? I talk to you because I like you, doofus. You draw me flowers, and agree that my ugly mug is drop-dead gorgeous. Somethin’ that I appreciate, by the way. You’re not a piece of shit, and ‘m not afraid to argue day and night with anyone who says otherwise. ❞
"No, no, you don't get it."
There was far too much guilt that sat on his shoulders. It was something that he wondered if he was alone on. So many people that he had grown up with seemed to do the things they do so easily, without even breaking a sweat. Now here he was, so far away from it all, and he felt as if he would never be able to move on from any of it. It felt as if he were being crushed by it all constantly. As if he would never be able to get away.
"I'm a bad person. I-I just, I go around, and I get in fights, and I'm just bad."
He was struggling to properly describe all of the bad that he had done, even in his short time here. All he ever did was fight, and swear, and hurt people. It was how he had grown up, and it wasn't the kind of thing that just went away. A lot of the time, he felt like he was just doomed to be like that forever. And that was something he hates the idea of.
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