[It's familiar and not familiar enough, clenched tight across the ridge of too-tense musculature and the heat in his gaze and the way he knows he's two seconds away from crumpling into tears, from succumbing to the stupid, stupid urge to cry ("crybaby," says a mocking smile in dualed memory, devoid of all venom), but what happens instead is almost worse.]
Why didn't you just tell me? [An accusation couched in the broken-glass fragments of a betrayal he never wanted to admit, slumping his shoulders and dropping his chin and squeezing his eyes shut.] We were friends. I would have helped you.
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[It's familiar and not familiar enough, clenched tight across the ridge of too-tense musculature and the heat in his gaze and the way he knows he's two seconds away from crumpling into tears, from succumbing to the stupid, stupid urge to cry ("crybaby," says a mocking smile in dualed memory, devoid of all venom), but what happens instead is almost worse.]
Why didn't you just tell me? [An accusation couched in the broken-glass fragments of a betrayal he never wanted to admit, slumping his shoulders and dropping his chin and squeezing his eyes shut.] We were friends. I would have helped you.