"The point is so I don't walk into it and have a bomb dropped on me, but here we are." This was turning into a proper row now. The only difference is that they weren't in a hotel room crowded with friends and fellow hideaways with his father down the hall, nor were they in the dimly lit rooms of the Slat or the noisy parlors of the Crow Club. There was nothing to stop this, to stop them if it came to blows or harsh words.
Maybe that's how things had to be. Nothing to hold them back until the truth of it all was laid bare at their feet.
"That's rich." He hisses, hackles raised, and seconds away from standing from the couch. "You think I don't blame myself? That I don't carry the weight of it? I may not admit it to you, but it's not like I'm falling asleep every night like some lullabied babe. It's not like I don't have ghosts, or the shadow of your damn face as you pulled the trigger swimming around in my head."
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Date: 2021-10-10 08:54 pm (UTC)Maybe that's how things had to be. Nothing to hold them back until the truth of it all was laid bare at their feet.
"That's rich." He hisses, hackles raised, and seconds away from standing from the couch. "You think I don't blame myself? That I don't carry the weight of it? I may not admit it to you, but it's not like I'm falling asleep every night like some lullabied babe. It's not like I don't have ghosts, or the shadow of your damn face as you pulled the trigger swimming around in my head."