[ The breath gets knocked out of him, and he barely holds himself up with one elbow on the bed while the other crumples against the weight of him. It's his voice, filled with grief and torment, that finally shakes him from his spiraling thoughts.
I'll talk to you.
A contradiction lies at the heart of him. Between desperately wanting to hold onto him and wanting nothing more than to pull away before he does something else to hurt him. The indecision freezes him in place, and he stays still. Conflicted by his past, doubting the present. It makes him slow to act. To think. All he knows is that he doesn't want to hurt him, and yet hearing the anguish in his voice, he knows he's done exactly that.
I want to understand the good and the bad. Just like you said you do.
Allen.
With his heart hammering in his throat, Shouto breaks the stalemate and wraps an arm around him, holding them up by a single elbow digging into the bed. ]
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I'll talk to you.
A contradiction lies at the heart of him. Between desperately wanting to hold onto him and wanting nothing more than to pull away before he does something else to hurt him. The indecision freezes him in place, and he stays still. Conflicted by his past, doubting the present. It makes him slow to act. To think. All he knows is that he doesn't want to hurt him, and yet hearing the anguish in his voice, he knows he's done exactly that.
I want to understand the good and the bad. Just like you said you do.
Allen.
With his heart hammering in his throat, Shouto breaks the stalemate and wraps an arm around him, holding them up by a single elbow digging into the bed. ]
That's not-- I'm not trying to punish you.