@yyamask // Therapy??
"N-no. I ain' gonna ask yer for shit like tha'... S'worse."
Hesitating for a moment, Kane doesn't look like he knows what he's here for or what to do in the current moment, simply idling by the door with his hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped.
With people--... ... Yes, with people like Aiden, he quite enjoys talking to them and would befriend them if they'd... Actually be able to tolerate him. But not many can handle his attitudes and two-faced actions. And why would they? He can be a pain in the ass and he knows it.
Eventually he walks in, slowly and unsure, before sitting near Aiden, avoiding all eye contact as his hands slip between his knees to somewhat crush them. It's as though the aches he causes in his knuckles and fingers could distract him from talking. But he fails, finally speaking up. No point keeping quiet now.
"It's about... Stuff." Glancing around, he makes sure they're definitely alone. He inhales deep, unsure how to proceed with speaking. He isn't so great with words. "Ok, so. Jax tells me a lot of shit, and I mean a lot. An' I just listen. I don' repeat things, ok? And I never did, if he asks."
A slight shuffle. An awkward grimace.
"He told me yer like a... Traitor. To some other group... And Rocket. An' that's why yer... Dead. Said y'know a lot of things, too... Even said y'like, clever."
Another deep inhale.
"S'it true?"
