Zeph
You didn't exactly yell, but it's certainly about as close to it as you've come in a good while. And as you fume against the bookshelf you can tell that Sam is uncomfortable, arms wrapped around himself and voice wavering. Damn it all, but it seems so fucking stupid in your eyes. You want to grab the boy and shake him for not accepting your offer, for not leaving all the stupid obligations and messy risk-of-death situations he's wrapped himself up in behind.
You step towards him, hand outstretched--
--and place it heavily on his shoulder, dropping your head and closing your eyes as you come face-to-face with the Ascended once again.
"Fine, Red. I ain't gonna push it." Wearily you shake your head, your dark almond eyes looking for his. "But y'ain't alone in this, so don' take it all on yerself. Y'ain't my responsibility, but y'are my friend. An' Torchers, we look out for our crews. Stand by 'em. Right?"
You step towards him, hand outstretched--
--and place it heavily on his shoulder, dropping your head and closing your eyes as you come face-to-face with the Ascended once again.
"Fine, Red. I ain't gonna push it." Wearily you shake your head, your dark almond eyes looking for his. "But y'ain't alone in this, so don' take it all on yerself. Y'ain't my responsibility, but y'are my friend. An' Torchers, we look out for our crews. Stand by 'em. Right?"
you're not a bad person
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
