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[thecrowingtobe]

Open post for any and all PSLs for Claudio Kilgannon of the Amory Wars.

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[mademyhell]

If there's anything they have in common it's the constant need to beat themselves up for shit, and Trauma could see it literally a mile away, even before Claudio comes out and literally says it.

"Kinda decked you in the face before actually figuring out what was going on." He said, making a sort of vague so-so gesture. "Probably should apologize."

He narrowed his eyes as a thought occurred to him, and he reached out for real this time to grab Claudio's hand and pull it away from his face, using the action to make sure he actually had Claudio's attention.

"Yeah I was pissed, and-" He paused, and then decided on honesty. "....Still might be if I think about it...Mostly about the not talking. But that doesn't mean it was the greatest idea. "

He can figure that Claudio's going to continue being angry at himself, and tearing himself up inside, and really there is something that should be done about the fact that he really needs to get this particular power under control fast before there's another issue, but that aside, he knows Claudio, and he knows he wouldn't have made someone ..um. Decide to join the choir eternal? kill themselves intentionally. ...Okay maybe Spencer, but Trauma would probably do everything in his power to take that guy's fears and make them eat his own brain until nothing remained if he could, so honestly he's not the one to judge on that front. And let's be honest, he isn't sure which is worse.

Terry was actually trying for eye contact for once, and if he was in the mood for it, he might've laughed about the fact that they apparently are both way too willing to let people they care about hurt them. Way to go them.

[thecrowingtobe]

He's pretty bad about it, yeah. He still doesn't like what he's become. This 'Crowing' crap was... well, crap. He didn't care for it one bit and it made him feel terrible. The powers he had just kept coming. Most people got one or two things when they came to port. This was... all his. All his and he would have got this crap if he was here or home.

And he hated it.

He hated having control of anyone's life in any form. The invisible thing? Sure, that was great. The going through walls? Also great. The whole... being able to kill people or choose the fate of the masses crap? Terrible.

"Sorta deserved it for avoiding you, at least." He started, then raised both brows, surprised when the other took his hand, pulling it away. The other had his attention at least. He blinked, staring at the other in surprise for it. And then the words too.

The surprise melted a bit as his brows drew together, worried and uneasy. He did nod though, agreeing that the other should still be mad. He'd be mad if he were Trauma. "Not a great idea, but it does get my attention. Sometimes..." He said faintly, frowning at the other. "I've got a hard head. It takes a bit to get through to it."

He let out a sigh, and it was true. He's continue to be angry at himself, and he'd continue to try and be careful, because his powers still scared him. At least some of them did.

It's the truth though. They were both pretty dependent on having the other around, even if it meant a bit of pain.