Trauma just stood there, watching through his ramble half snarling and glaring at him through his bangs, red eyes narrowed and just tilting his head as things began to dawn on him.
"I read it. And then I started-" Trauma paused again. "You did this? How. You made-"
Trauma just stopped and stared at him, actually looking worried and upset more than angry all of a sudden. His eyes wide and red and horrified.
"You made me forget." Trauma said, lowly, and quiet. Like it was dawning on him and leaving him more torn apart than enraged. "You made me-...And then you just let me go on like..."
Like all of this was his fault. Like he'd been the one to break things. Claudio had let him believe he'd fucked up another good thing in his life for weeks It was enough to make Trauma feel sick. And it fucking hurt. The shadows stopped flickering but they just existed as a deadspace around him. Weeks, he'd thought this was all because he'd fucked up again. He'd died, he'd left, and then thing had gone wrong. And he'd thought it was finally too much. He'd finally been too much to deal with. He'd expected it. He'd practically predicted it and had been giving him space because of it and-
Trauma's eyes flickered back into orange light and he took two steps forward before punching Claudio right in the face.
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Date: 2014-09-12 07:35 pm (UTC)"I read it. And then I started-" Trauma paused again. "You did this? How. You made-"
Trauma just stopped and stared at him, actually looking worried and upset more than angry all of a sudden. His eyes wide and red and horrified.
"You made me forget." Trauma said, lowly, and quiet. Like it was dawning on him and leaving him more torn apart than enraged. "You made me-...And then you just let me go on like..."
Like all of this was his fault. Like he'd been the one to break things. Claudio had let him believe he'd fucked up another good thing in his life for weeks It was enough to make Trauma feel sick. And it fucking hurt. The shadows stopped flickering but they just existed as a deadspace around him. Weeks, he'd thought this was all because he'd fucked up again. He'd died, he'd left, and then thing had gone wrong. And he'd thought it was finally too much. He'd finally been too much to deal with. He'd expected it. He'd practically predicted it and had been giving him space because of it and-
Trauma's eyes flickered back into orange light and he took two steps forward before punching Claudio right in the face.