With Lance and Hunk moved out. With Pidge not here. With Allura and Keith gone. Him alone in a house full of ghosts and a city that rendered him next to helpless too many times. He wants to say it's okay. He got through it, but he doubts his face will be believable. Even Vyng had seen it.
He does almost apologize. Right then and there. For not being able to bring Adam across the sea. For not holding on tight enough, not being strong enough - but then his mouth is otherwise occupied. It's warm, it's familiar, and it's real. And it's all it takes to get the cracks to widen, to crumble. While he gathers the one he loves, coat and all, to hold on with everything he can.
He doesn't remember the last time he'd really, genuinely let himself cry. Not like this. Relief, gratitude, the loneliness thrust on him by the Patrons last month... it's spilling out like blood.
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With Lance and Hunk moved out. With Pidge not here. With Allura and Keith gone. Him alone in a house full of ghosts and a city that rendered him next to helpless too many times. He wants to say it's okay. He got through it, but he doubts his face will be believable. Even Vyng had seen it.
He does almost apologize. Right then and there. For not being able to bring Adam across the sea. For not holding on tight enough, not being strong enough - but then his mouth is otherwise occupied. It's warm, it's familiar, and it's real. And it's all it takes to get the cracks to widen, to crumble. While he gathers the one he loves, coat and all, to hold on with everything he can.
He doesn't remember the last time he'd really, genuinely let himself cry. Not like this. Relief, gratitude, the loneliness thrust on him by the Patrons last month... it's spilling out like blood.