[ An icepick headache had begun to grow just between his brows and above the bridge of his nose. Cain looked from the small man to the tall one with a sense of trepidation he hadn't felt in a long time.
They didn't need a chill hangout session. They needed... fucking therapy. A relationship coach. Possibly some prescriptions.
But they were like two different kinds of reminder of home. He couldn't just leave them to their squabble, like he would have almost anyone else. And he had a deep feeling that something between them, around them, was breaking. Might be irreparably injured if nobody stepped in.
Problem was, he didn't know what the fuck to do. The hand offered to Asra fell back to his side. Closed his hand on Julian's shoulder to keep him firmly in-place, looking between him and Asra. He spoke slowly, hand slipping from the shoulder to curving around the back of his neck, hand heavy. ]
Hey. Don't say that, about committing. Looks bad on you, to accuse other people of your same fuckin' habits. Besides, that nasty tone of his? Only somebody who gives a shit can hit that.
[ His eyes flicked to Asra, mouth firm. ]
Same goes for you. You wanna accuse him of not listening when you're here doin' the same damn thing. So listen, and stop deciding you know what's best for people. You don't have to be so damn catty. I asked for the name, and sure, we had a thing and you were right! He ran.
Most common human response to fear is fight or flight. So he does what most people do when they're afraid of something. Isn't anybody alive who hasn't run from shit. Needed to run. You really gonna be pissed at someone for that? Is that the kind of person you are?
[ Cain's tone said he didn't think so. But he took in a breath, voice already a little strained from talking far longer than his usual wont, and he ran a hand through his hair. Turned on his heel to continue towards the tower. ]
No fighting upstairs! So don't bother comin' up unless you wanna fix your shit.
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They didn't need a chill hangout session. They needed... fucking therapy. A relationship coach. Possibly some prescriptions.
But they were like two different kinds of reminder of home. He couldn't just leave them to their squabble, like he would have almost anyone else. And he had a deep feeling that something between them, around them, was breaking. Might be irreparably injured if nobody stepped in.
Problem was, he didn't know what the fuck to do. The hand offered to Asra fell back to his side. Closed his hand on Julian's shoulder to keep him firmly in-place, looking between him and Asra. He spoke slowly, hand slipping from the shoulder to curving around the back of his neck, hand heavy. ]
Hey. Don't say that, about committing. Looks bad on you, to accuse other people of your same fuckin' habits. Besides, that nasty tone of his? Only somebody who gives a shit can hit that.
[ His eyes flicked to Asra, mouth firm. ]
Same goes for you. You wanna accuse him of not listening when you're here doin' the same damn thing. So listen, and stop deciding you know what's best for people. You don't have to be so damn catty. I asked for the name, and sure, we had a thing and you were right! He ran.
Most common human response to fear is fight or flight. So he does what most people do when they're afraid of something. Isn't anybody alive who hasn't run from shit. Needed to run. You really gonna be pissed at someone for that? Is that the kind of person you are?
[ Cain's tone said he didn't think so. But he took in a breath, voice already a little strained from talking far longer than his usual wont, and he ran a hand through his hair. Turned on his heel to continue towards the tower. ]
No fighting upstairs! So don't bother comin' up unless you wanna fix your shit.