Bulba shrugged a bit and looked back at his hands. If Char wanted the truth, Bulba was going to give it to him. He wanted to try and keep these walls down, for better or for worse. That was the only way they were going to keep moving forward, wasn't it?
"... I used to. A long time ago. I'd used to think, 'I wish he were a little nicer.' Maybe I thought you'd be easier to get along with, or that you'd actually like me or something." Bulba loosely folded his hands together, wringing them this way and that. He didn't know what to do with himself when making these sorts of awkward, all out there sorts of confessions. He'd already screwed up once, he didn't know how much worse bringing things out would make things.
Bulba glanced at him briefly before looking back off again. "I used to wish you wouldn't get into so many fights. But... I don't know, that's how you handle things? It's not like you're me or Rhys or Blast or anyone."
GIVE.... ME MORE ANYWAY....
"... I used to. A long time ago. I'd used to think, 'I wish he were a little nicer.' Maybe I thought you'd be easier to get along with, or that you'd actually like me or something." Bulba loosely folded his hands together, wringing them this way and that. He didn't know what to do with himself when making these sorts of awkward, all out there sorts of confessions. He'd already screwed up once, he didn't know how much worse bringing things out would make things.
Bulba glanced at him briefly before looking back off again. "I used to wish you wouldn't get into so many fights. But... I don't know, that's how you handle things? It's not like you're me or Rhys or Blast or anyone."