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She wanted to help. That's all she wanted to do. Mot felt like he was bringing her down. He didn't want to. However, he didn't even know where to begin as far as spilling his guts was concerned.

His eyes glanced at the old lady, who was just finished ringing in one of the shirts, and now reaching for another. She didn't even seem to realize Lizzy and Mot were talking as she focused on her task.

"Uh.." Mot seemed somewhat willing to talk, though he looked lost for words. Lizzy might have been one of the last people he wanted knowing about his issue, but she was also one of the few people he felt okay talking to about personal stuff. "Is it normal for your stomach to twist in knots, and your nerves to go haywire, and feel like you're going to die in a fire any time you even think about kissing someone?" He asked, as subtly as he could.

So, feeling like he was going to die was.. normal? If that was the case, who would ever want to do those things? Still.. she said it was very intimate. The mere inkling of anything intimate, it made Mot shiver uncomfortably. Lizzy seemed to have a lot of opinion on the subject though, as she rambled on about how it felt, how it made her feel..

Still, Mot managed a smile and stifled laugh as she admitted she used to be scared of hugging boils. passed out? That was... adorable. But she was a ghoul. It seemed okay for ghouls to do stuff like that. Cute and shy.. that was okay.

"How did you know when it felt right?" Mot asked nervously, referring to kissing Mac. "Did you feel different around him than other boils?" Maybe all this time he really didn't have the feelings for Lizzy that he thought he did? No.. he definitely liked her. "I just can't imagine taking that initiative. It makes me feel sick."

Mot watched Lizzy carefully, eyes softening as she turned red. She cared so much for Mac. Mac meant the world to her, no doubt. Smitten. More than smitten. Despite how she described him; tossing her in pools and making her cry. She spoke of it endearingly.
So.. she knew for sure of her feelings after the second kiss? Still, that meant taking the courage to do it. As it was, the only person he even thought he liked in that way was Lizzy.. and she was a taken ghoul.

The warnings of Hel rang in his head. Her comments made sense now. They'd hurt when he first heard them, but it was just the truth. He was not Lizzy's boilfriend. He was not Mac. Mot ought to stop fooling himself. Maybe, like Roch, he needed to set his feelings to rest.

"I don't know why. I have no basis for comparison..." If he found someone he had feelings for, it made it easier? But thinking of Lizzy this way, it just made him feel worse. He really had this all backwards. His eyes shifted to the old woman. She was halfway finished, and still seemed severely focused on her task. It was really a good thing they were practically alone in the store. This conversation was much too personal. "I'm over thinking things. Intimate stuff isn't all that important, right? I mean.. who says love stuff is for me anyway."

Mot managed another smile for Lizzy as she bumped his arm. She was trying to make him feel better. He'd done the same for her, so he didn't feel as bad about it. They were friends. This is what friends do. Comfort and aid. Yes. It was okay.
Besides, apparently he was good at being mentally intimate? The idea of it made him blush. He wasn't so sure he believed that bit at all.

"Not really.." Mot admitted sheepishly, rubbing his neck. "I mean.. I've gotten used to it, but.." Hugging was about all he could handle.

Mot's eyes shifted to Lizzy, his breath stopping as he realized what he'd said. oops! Someone as affectionate as Lizzy would be devastated to hear this! "Th-that isn't what I meant!" Mot stumbled over his words, eyes falling to the floor as he tried to collect himself. Shoot! Nooo.

"I mean, I like when you hug me--" AAAH THAT SOUNDS WRONG "Aaaah--no...wait.." Mot became flustered, his eyes darting to the old woman again. She had just finished tallying, the garments neatly folded in a bag.

"Ooookie dokie.. that will beeee... Fifty Nine seeds, pleaassee.." She drawled out slowly, blinking softly and staring at Mot. Mot sighed softly, grimacing and pulling out his wallet. The seeds were placed in the old woman's palm, his wallet pocketed and the bag taken from the counter. His face was bright red.

"Mmnnnn thank you verrrry much.."

Mot was eating his words. He'd really screwed up royally. How could he fix this?

He walked outside with Lizzy, peeking into the bag. Right! the gift he'd bought! Now then... "Where to?" He parroted, looking around the streets. Mot's mind fished around for places Lizzy would enjoy. Something to make Lizzy happy. He so badly wanted her to be happy. "Uh.. there's a park down the road with a Floresce pond. Want to go there?"

Lizzy was happy again. She was obviously avoiding touching him, but she was happy. Mot swallowed an empty feeling he had going down, and lead the way to the park.

The city park was bigger than a city block. Strange vine gardens, killer rose bushes and weeping willows lined the pathways, while other city goers had picnics in patches of grass. The reaper led the way until they hit the center of the park. There lay a large body of water, filled with a variety of Floresce.

"Look, Lizzy. I'm sorry for what I said." Mot apologized, setting his bag down and sitting on the grass. "What I meant was, I never used to like physical contact.... It's not such a bad thing to be pulled out of your comfort zone. It helps you grow as a person. And you've helped me grow a lot these last six months."