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[florescences]

bursts into tears

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[fried]

No, I'm not worried about me. I don't want to attack you.

[ he sounds exhausted about this, ears drooping. ]

[florescences]

You?

[ she's confused even if she has a sinking feeling. ]

Why would you do that? What happened to make you think you would?

[fried]

[ he pulls in on himself a little, ears pinning back. ]

You've seen why. The crash was my fault. [ the car crash, he means. ]

[florescences]

Did I really see?

[ she comes even closer, but she doesn't make as much an effort to be heard. ]

How was it your fault?

[fried]

[ he tenses, as she comes closer, but - it's not her that he's afraid of. ]

I attacked them. I shot Yves, Elysia. I tried to strangle Marcoh, and tried to break Siffrin's ribs.

[florescences]

[ that's so unlike him. ]

Why? What made you? You wouldn't do something like that normally.

[fried]

[ his jaw works. ]

Something that took control. It still lingers. [ he would not normally. ]

[florescences]

[ she reaches out to touch him somewhere he's not injured, the lightest and gentlest of touches.

softly: ]

I will not be afraid of you, even if you're afraid of yourself.

[fried]

[ that's fine - he tenses, at first, all his muscles locked up. but after a moment, he shakily and uncertainly reaches for her hand to set his own on top of it. ]

[florescences]

[ that's good. that's better. ]

See? I'm okay right now.

[fried]

For now.

[ roughly. ]

If it starts again, I'll need to be restrained.

[florescences]

[ she places her other hand over his. a hand sandwich. ]

If it comes to it, I'll restrain you. I promise.

[ this is something she can uphold. ]

[fried]

[ ham hand samwich ]

Alright.

[ he swallows hard. ]

Thank you. [ he believes her, and it's a little bit of a relief. ]

[florescences]

I'm capable like that.

[ even if she ends up dying sometime after this conversation. it's fine. ]

I'll make sure you'll only be able to help others, not hurt them.

[fried]

[ makes angry noises about her being dead like four days later

there's a long pause, and then very carefully, he brings their clasped hands up and tucks them under his chin. this is about as close to a hug as he can get, because he won't initiate one. ]

[florescences]

[ she watches him with a smile for a moment. it's a gesture that says so much, and she only wishes he didn't have to hurt so much.

he has their hands, so she maneuvers to sit a little closer to him before gently tapping her forehead against his. ]

I'm with you.