Winston slumped as he made his way back home after that
disaster of a date. Non-date. Whatever. He hadn't expected tonight to go the way it had. He couldn't make any sense of it. Hadn't he told her? He just didn't understand. For him, she'd been... well, she'd been probably the only girl he'd ever met or would ever meet who saw him like a person first, and not a senshi first. Didn't she understand how special that was when he told her that? Why had she thought he was just
"putting out" for her, without any meaning behind it?
The thoughts kept circling his head and torturing him with their
you're an idiot's and
she's just like every other girl's and
you don't deserve anyone's. He shoved his way into Vanya's closet, making a mess of whatever was at the bottom so there was room for him to sit down, mostly, and kind of but not really shut the door so he could cry in the dark and in peace.
