( He mutters dismissively, as though though that somehow negates the thick uncomfortable feeling winding around his lungs like a snake.
It's the damn hand on his shoulder. Apparently he's susceptible to touch, because it keeps breaking down his fortifications lately. Takes a sledgehammer straight to his walls. )
He left you, too.
( He glances over, making it a point to impress that he knows he's not the only one hurting over it. To go from being on the run with a guy and seeing him every day for two years to having him up and walk out of your life in a single day? Leaving him alone to navigate the shield, and reacclimate to the five years where the world went on without him.
But honestly, that's not... important. Neither of them, he means. What's messing with him right now is more-- )
I think I screwed up. I think I shot his happy ending in the foot 'cause I couldn't keep my mouth shut. So that's... you know. That's great. Feel great about that.
( He plows on a half-second later, barely a pause, leveling Sam with an incredulous look. )
How in the hell do you do it? Your whole...
( Vague... helpless... shrug. )
It's like you have some kind of goddamn manual on saying the right thing at the right time, it's unbelievable. What is it, like, yoga? What?
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( He mutters dismissively, as though though that somehow negates the thick uncomfortable feeling winding around his lungs like a snake.
It's the damn hand on his shoulder. Apparently he's susceptible to touch, because it keeps breaking down his fortifications lately. Takes a sledgehammer straight to his walls. )
He left you, too.
( He glances over, making it a point to impress that he knows he's not the only one hurting over it. To go from being on the run with a guy and seeing him every day for two years to having him up and walk out of your life in a single day? Leaving him alone to navigate the shield, and reacclimate to the five years where the world went on without him.
But honestly, that's not... important. Neither of them, he means. What's messing with him right now is more-- )
I think I screwed up. I think I shot his happy ending in the foot 'cause I couldn't keep my mouth shut. So that's... you know. That's great. Feel great about that.
( He plows on a half-second later, barely a pause, leveling Sam with an incredulous look. )
How in the hell do you do it? Your whole...
( Vague... helpless... shrug. )
It's like you have some kind of goddamn manual on saying the right thing at the right time, it's unbelievable. What is it, like, yoga? What?