He gets that the other understands power fuck ups, but so far none of his OWN power fuck ups had one- hurt Trauma too badly and two- killed anyone, that he knows of.
He's been holding this in for far too long it seems. The guilt of it has been eating at him, and more so that it did actually hurt Terry. Shit...
He didn't know how to SAY it right though. To say what he meant with out it sounding... well, worse.
It was the last statement that had got his attention though. His head lifted off his knees, hand dropping, his face bloody as is his sleeve to which he mopped it with, but his eyes are wide. "What? No! That's not it at all!"
His heart dropped.
He was pretty sure he was sitting on it some how, because it felt squeezed as well as misplaced. "Trauma... come on, it's not that at all. You know I trust you with... with everything. Everything." He said, and moved to scramble to a foot, half kneeling half... not moving to get up yet, unsure if he did get up, if the other would go or not. "Please believe me it wasn't that I don't trust you. I just... it's... I don't... trust myself."
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He's been holding this in for far too long it seems. The guilt of it has been eating at him, and more so that it did actually hurt Terry. Shit...
He didn't know how to SAY it right though. To say what he meant with out it sounding... well, worse.
It was the last statement that had got his attention though. His head lifted off his knees, hand dropping, his face bloody as is his sleeve to which he mopped it with, but his eyes are wide. "What? No! That's not it at all!"
His heart dropped.
He was pretty sure he was sitting on it some how, because it felt squeezed as well as misplaced. "Trauma... come on, it's not that at all. You know I trust you with... with everything. Everything." He said, and moved to scramble to a foot, half kneeling half... not moving to get up yet, unsure if he did get up, if the other would go or not. "Please believe me it wasn't that I don't trust you. I just... it's... I don't... trust myself."