“Я не это имел в виду.” he grumbles, his arms crossed as he stares at you. “i didn’t mean it.” his tone getting a bit more aggressive. in all honesty bülent was terrified, scared that you’d leave him for a slip up just like everyone else. “get that stupid look off your face.” he hisses, although he doesn’t mean it. the tears in your eyes, the cold shoulder, the angry expression, it all hurts. it kills him. but he won’t tell you that. “Посмотри на меня.”