[wasn't it jinu who said something about the only thing demons do is feel? (god, don't even get him started on that bastard—) he misses them too, more than he can put into words, which is probably why it hurts so much; they don't talk about it much, the pain too much to bear, he imagines, and he doesn't like leaving himself open and bleeding himself dry. they really should be putting their focus into something else, something that's not destroying each other, and yet here they are anyway.
he can feel his eyes burning worse, the threat of tears imminent, but he fights them back to the best of his ability, his breathing still very labored despite his attempts at calming himself.
the wince has him jerking back immediately, shame sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach alongside the other wild tangle of emotions he can't seem to control. he shouldn't have cut romance like that, shouldn't have used his claws on him at all, but at least romance got his revenge; baby's head aches uncontrollably right now and there's certainly no way to stop the throbbing between his ears.
blinking lightly, he simply lets romance sink back into his shoulder, his blood-covered hand reluctantly dropping to the spot between his shoulderblades, his fingertips rubbing gently, although he knows there's going to be a bloody handprint left behind. yes, he feels like he's going to come apart too, but he needs to be stronger... for romance.
his head rests against romance's again, another deep, measured breath in then out following that.] It's okay. [a brief pause because the words burn his tongue, as if they are too much and not enough all at once.] I'm sorry, too.
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he can feel his eyes burning worse, the threat of tears imminent, but he fights them back to the best of his ability, his breathing still very labored despite his attempts at calming himself.
the wince has him jerking back immediately, shame sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach alongside the other wild tangle of emotions he can't seem to control. he shouldn't have cut romance like that, shouldn't have used his claws on him at all, but at least romance got his revenge; baby's head aches uncontrollably right now and there's certainly no way to stop the throbbing between his ears.
blinking lightly, he simply lets romance sink back into his shoulder, his blood-covered hand reluctantly dropping to the spot between his shoulderblades, his fingertips rubbing gently, although he knows there's going to be a bloody handprint left behind. yes, he feels like he's going to come apart too, but he needs to be stronger... for romance.
his head rests against romance's again, another deep, measured breath in then out following that.] It's okay. [a brief pause because the words burn his tongue, as if they are too much and not enough all at once.] I'm sorry, too.