"Look toots..."

His voice was shaky, he feared the words he was trying to say, but it didn't matter. He needed to do this, to let you go before you got hurt. He sighed, sitting up on the bed as he avoided your gaze.

"I... I love ya, you're sweet, too sweet sometimes. Ya funny, and you've been perfection in bed. But..."

His voice trailed off, before he simply blurted it out, the tears stinging his eyes.

"Lord knows I owe you more than I'm pretty sure I ever could give anybody. But... I can't pin down what normal people want from foreign objects. Y'know, bottom shelf erotic products like me. I mean... I could hold your hand, but keep you at arm's length, but I'm unlikely to be more than just the coal you fail to crush."

He sighs, and as you open your mouth to speak he stops you again, two of his four hands moving to your mouth.

"I still don't know who you are. I only know that I'm still lonely... That morbid sort where even company can't cure me and the more you reassure, the less I trust."

Tears once more prick at his eyes.

"But still, you gave me your heart! I only gave you my body... Honestly thought nobody'd want it, let alone notice it's gone and so I left it home, but now... now I dunno."

He sighs, laying back in the bed as he curls up just a little. Soft oinks of displeasure come from Fat Nuggets as he's sat on his bed. The silence only lasts a moment as it all comes pouring out, a flood of emotion and pain brought on by years of abuse.

"Did I really have any of that gravity? Maybe you're quicksand, because I really couldn't tell how deep my footprints went. I've been catatonic in your arms, crying 'How did I cause so much harm?' I'm down pounding my head against the kitchen floor, apologizing for my life and ever entering yours. Don't say 'I'm sorry, but this can't go on' I know you've got scars of your own. But hide my knives before you go, I'll either live or die alone."

He curls up, hiding away from the world as you stand there, his piece said. Slowly, you find the words.