[ He fell silent, staring down at the counter as he tried to reel in a fresh wave of feelings. They were thinking about the same thing, but the question was whether either one of them was actually going to say it.
He didn't really want to talk about it, but he probably needed to. It wasn't as if he'd ever really opened up about it in the first place, the way it had been a sickening punch to the gut and how much his heart had ached even in the midst of it all. ]
...I should have told him.
[ It was meant to be a simple statement, but his voice wavered in a telltale way that said he was doing his fucking best to hold back that sting of tears.
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He didn't really want to talk about it, but he probably needed to. It wasn't as if he'd ever really opened up about it in the first place, the way it had been a sickening punch to the gut and how much his heart had ached even in the midst of it all. ]
...I should have told him.
[ It was meant to be a simple statement, but his voice wavered in a telltale way that said he was doing his fucking best to hold back that sting of tears.
He could cry after he had a drink. Or two. ]