[ he just. he stops, there. whatever it is, he just lets beau yell at him, lets her finish her fury, and his shoulders slump. the tension in his muscles doesn't fade, where she's got her hand around his wrist, but -
beau can probably feel it, now, that he's shaking. ]
I know. [ he says. this time, it's softer. it's softer, and smaller, and he feels the wet, hot press of tears behind his eyes for what feels like the hundredth time today, as the angry, furious facade cracks off into something miserable. what he's been underneath all of that anger, all of this time, every day since they've been here.
i know. denji, who they tried so hard to keep safe. who they tried so hard, to keep from being scapegoated because he was a little weird, a little crass. winter has come to feel like family, and every loss hurts like a knife in the gut.
he takes a deep breath. shaky. ] I know, Beau. [ so much smaller, this time. desperate, though. ] I know.
[ everything really hits, then. the way she stumbled, earlier, the raw, desperate anger that's so similar to his own, and he just - ]
I'm sorry. [ - because he's so fucking sorry, and this time, the tears bubble over, and he's crying before even realizes it. ]
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[ he just. he stops, there. whatever it is, he just lets beau yell at him, lets her finish her fury, and his shoulders slump. the tension in his muscles doesn't fade, where she's got her hand around his wrist, but -
beau can probably feel it, now, that he's shaking. ]
I know. [ he says. this time, it's softer. it's softer, and smaller, and he feels the wet, hot press of tears behind his eyes for what feels like the hundredth time today, as the angry, furious facade cracks off into something miserable. what he's been underneath all of that anger, all of this time, every day since they've been here.
i know. denji, who they tried so hard to keep safe. who they tried so hard, to keep from being scapegoated because he was a little weird, a little crass. winter has come to feel like family, and every loss hurts like a knife in the gut.
he takes a deep breath. shaky. ] I know, Beau. [ so much smaller, this time. desperate, though. ] I know.
[ everything really hits, then. the way she stumbled, earlier, the raw, desperate anger that's so similar to his own, and he just - ]
I'm sorry. [ - because he's so fucking sorry, and this time, the tears bubble over, and he's crying before even realizes it. ]