"Merman?" He looks surprised. "I thought 'mermaid' was just the name of the species. You know, like ladybug. Or human."
After a while, his grip tightens while the rest of him relaxes. This isn't scary. He doesn't feel threatened, or pressured, or bad, or like he should feel bad because this isn't properly adult.
Fuck adult, though, frankly, he feels like shit and he decides right then he's not going to let himself be made to feel bad for trying to not feel like shit.
The pub is a nice, respectable little place, just above working class, and not the kind of place he would come to on his own time -- he tends to favour rougher establishments, either the ones for people genuinely down on their luck or the tourist spots for eccentric new money hipsters, because no one pays attention to anyone in the former and he doesn't have to pay for his own drinks in the latter. But this is nice. Quiet-ish.
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After a while, his grip tightens while the rest of him relaxes. This isn't scary. He doesn't feel threatened, or pressured, or bad, or like he should feel bad because this isn't properly adult.
Fuck adult, though, frankly, he feels like shit and he decides right then he's not going to let himself be made to feel bad for trying to not feel like shit.
The pub is a nice, respectable little place, just above working class, and not the kind of place he would come to on his own time -- he tends to favour rougher establishments, either the ones for people genuinely down on their luck or the tourist spots for eccentric new money hipsters, because no one pays attention to anyone in the former and he doesn't have to pay for his own drinks in the latter. But this is nice. Quiet-ish.