by Null » Tue Oct 30, 2018 7:28 pm
"Eh, you fall into the category of 'normal people', and he just wants to be useful. Probably hoping someone would need a vacuum cleaner or a mop when he stashed himself away in the janitor's closet, and of course no one obliged, because that would be fucking weird. Without my sense of...you know, self-confidence and purpose, he's probably just looking for someone to tell him what to do, when to do it, and then pat him on the head and tell him he's a good widdle boy. You know, a little bit of fuel to fight back the never-ending sense of worthlessness present in his weak-ass psyche.
Now, if you were Sam, it'd be slightly different. If Sam decided what she really needed was a new buttplug, this guy would be so far up her ass before you could say Jack Robinson. It's unhealthy, actually -- when Miriam split us, she left all the bits of me that were devoted to Sam behind -- which is a problem, as we're sort of married to the alternative universe Sam -- long story -- and worship her role as the Morrigan. Combine that worship and love, and take away all the self-respect that belongs to yours truly, and well, he'd love to be a fetish object in pretty much every sense of the term, rather than any sort of equal partnership. And since our Sam neither loves him nor wants followers, he's got no outlet for all that, so you get this whiny leftover."