[Here is where Rosso breaks eye contact entirely and stomps back to the stove. At least this way, he doesn't have to look at Adrian or his expression, the droopy wings or tail. He can simply anxiously stir what's boiling on the stove even though it doesn't need to be stirred further, at least not right now, but it's the only thing that's going to keep his hands occupied and away from breaking things. A way to keep his mind occupied while he chews on his bottom lip and tries to sort through every turbulent emotion spiralling out of control.

Frankly, he can't, as it requires a certain level of self-control and awareness that Rosso severely lacks. Perhaps it says something, then, that his anger goes from explosive to quiet.]

I don't half-ass anything. I was fucking terrified to ask in the first place 'cause I figured you wouldn't want that sort of thing. [Adrian probably saw it, even, how he mentioned that to Sparkling loosely. Sparkling being one of the only people who gave him real advice, next to Rose Quartz and Maya... and Kaito's ever-helpful "be brave" pep-talks.] I didn't want to say something and lose a friend just because I got these stupid-ass feelings.

Already let it slip that I'm fond of you... multiple times before that point anyway. ["I'm soft for you" and "you're my favourite" and all.] Of course it meant a lot to me, having a bunch of people try to help, even though I wound up fucking it all up anyway.

[Like he knew he would.]

If I had someone to go to about this shit I would've gone there first... but I don't. And I don't know what the hell I'm doing still, because all my stupid little ideas come from books and stuff online like that. I don't know what you're so fucking mad about, if it's that I didn't do something right or made that idiotic post, but I don't know what he fuck else you want me to do. I'm not a fucking mind-reader.