"It's fine, I'm fine," Nyx insisted, trying to pull himself up again, only to land on his backside once more.

He couldn't do this anymore. It was killing him. Literally.

"Why don't you want me?" he asked quietly, voice tight and weak. "And I not attractive enough? Is it my form? I can change that, if I must. I can have fair hair, I can even appear as a woman, if that is what makes you hard... I can. I will, if that is what it takes."