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[thecrowingtobe]

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

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SP AU: Year 4.5 - Newo Appears

[thecrowingtobe]

Newo had showed up in the ball field, in her PJs with her dog looped around her. She’d been giving scratched and loves to him for the morning, eyes still puffy and red. Her life had been twisted upside down. Not only had she lost Claudio, his entire family, who she really loved too, but a monster crashed into her home and a woman of blue saved her.

In short, everything was a mess.

Only it was more of a mess now that she had just -appeared- out of nowhere in a new location. People had come to help her inside. They told her what was going on, why it was going on, and what she could do about it, and more importantly, what she can’t.

What she can’t do is go home.

What she can do is find people and settle in until she CAN go home.

Sounds pretty shitty actually.

On the network, a device they told her could contact others, she did as they said, letting them prompt her a bit. Hello, my name is Newo and I just arrived’ kind of thing. She asked for her parents, she mentioned locations, her school, creatures and... Claudio.

At first she didn’t think it would help any.

Then a girl, (Jubliee?) had spoken up. And a older man who gave her vast information. The girl offered to meet with her. Offered her a safe space to live and stay, and told her more about the area and the night. Newo was ever so grateful, but...

They each knew Claudio (as did a few others that spoke up), and she had so many questions. Meeting with the girl she walked with her through the streets to the home, but she couldn’t hold in her questions about her love.

Jubilee gave her a bit to go on, and said she knew where he lived but... she might want to brace herself, because it had been years.

It had been a good 9 hours since she arrived. She had a place. She had a bed. Apallo came with them, and Jubliee said she would be in the bar down the street, but she pointed the house out to her.

Climbing the steps she stood there, looking at the time. There was 4 hours before she needed to meet the girl again to get home safe, or say she was staying here. Four and a half hours before going inside to be safe again.

That’s a lot of time, but not.

Her hand raised, knuckles wrapped four time then... cautiously drew back. Years, she told her. It didn’t... sound right. She’d just kissed him a few days ago. He left her a note. One she’d kept with her since she found it.

He should be dead.

She had hoped he was alive, but with everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure at all. A fear of the Onstantine Priest that crashed into her home to try and kill her was new and close to the surface. It was the prominent fear there, though there were others as well, like finding Claudio dead, his note to her, this place, this new place, not knowing where she was, the new information that she was.... that he was... he’d been here for four something years. Slavers. Bad people. Priests. That part was the one that kept popping up in the back of her mind, in her fears.

That and Claudio...

But he was here instead of dead.

Newo seemed to be holding her breath as she waited at the door, her dog... their dog, wagging near her hip, watchful, waiting, good.

There was nothing at all okay with this situation, and at the moment she felt super nervous and a little more than uncomfortable. What if he doesn’t recognize her. What if he’d forgotten her. What if he didn’t want to see her at all. Could he be married? Missing an eye? Sickly and dying or... or happy. Was he happy without her. She’d be a teen ager to him, even if it was just a couple of years. . .

[mademyhell]

Everyone else was gone to work or something similar. Jinx had something at the School, Gabriel was being Gabriel, Claudio had said something about the theater that morning and the hadn't paid much attention, being mostly asleep at the time. And then who knew about Red.

Trauma had been sitting in the kitchen when he heard the door, Owen coming to tug at him to get his attention. Okay, fine. The damn dog was not going to let him ignore whoever, even when he had a paper due. If it was Trish he was going to kill her. She kept coming by to catch a glimpse of Jinx or to copy his notes and every time Claudio laughed at him because apparently this was what counted to other people as having friends.

When he made his way to the door, something felt off. It wasn't Jinx, he knew her in an instant. It wasn't Trish or Anna because there weren't fears of drowning or snakes.

His eyes flickered red and Owen stopped to look up at him, as Trauma read through the door (A horrible, gnarled thing standing outside her window, reaching out to her, willing to hurt her and ready to kill. A body to match a note in handwriting he knew all too well) and he cursed, not able to process it well enough to understand and not really willing to take the time to try.

The world sliding back into color around him as he fought his way back in control, his brain spiraling and he stood on the other side of the door for a long moment. Opening the door. Right.

He didn't want to. This...this was...

He could just turn back around. Ignore this.

But Claudio would probably kill him for it, and Trauma wasn't actually willing to leave someone that freaked out on the doorstep. Despite everything. Despite-...

So, he opened the door.

He recognized her. From sketches, from the one time he'd been able to see into Claudio's head, from her fears and Trauma tried to not be....He tried to not look as confrontational as he felt. The dog at her side was well behaved and Owen took an immediate interest.

Fuck.

"You're..." Trauma started, and failed, and took a breath before continuing. "You're Newo. Right?"

[thecrowingtobe]

She waited a bit longer, wondering if he was at home or out at all. Maybe she should just return to see Jubilee and deal with it tomorrow, or contact him with the device. She hadn't wanted to use it though. Too impersonal. What if he ran away again. WHY did he run away in the first place? It was.... she didn't... just, why?

So as she stepped back a bit, Apollo started to move, tail wagging a bit more. He's not dalmatian. A bit of a mutt really, but still very clean and kind looking. Owen might be based off Apollo but not modeled after him.

When the door opened though Newo looked up to the other, expecting (or hoping) that she would see someone she knew. Her Grover. She knows they said he was older, but he can't have changed this much.

But he knew her name?

"Ah, yes... I am." He sounded confused. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe he saw the post she made. What ever it was she was unsure about it. Unsure but still to the point about things. "I was told a Claudio lives here. Kilgannon? Do you... know him?"

[mademyhell]

"Yeah." Trauma said, unhelpfully at first before stepping aside and nodding at the door as if to let her in.

He could sense how nervous she was, and it was making his head hurt. She was pretty, and looked nice enough, and Trauma honestly had heard enough about her to know she was a decent person so he would've been a dick to not help her. Okay. Fine.

Claudio cared about her, which meant Trauma would help her out. ...He didn't have to be comfortable about any of this, but he would do it. He would.

"Look, he's...he's at work." Terry said, surprised at his own voice being level. No distortion, no nothing. He was blue eyed and everything. Claudio better be fucking proud of him for this later. "I'll tell him to come home and he'll... He'll be happy to see you. Okay."

He wasn't sure if he should tell her anything else, or who he was or...God. Fuck no. Claudio was getting to deal with that because he was not about to deal with that moment on top of everything else and who the fuck knew what Claudio was going to do with this information and Jesus Christ he had a fucking headache.

He had his boyfriend's Cheerleader ex-girlfriend standing on the front step of his house looking all wide eyed and at him and Trauma was not really prepared to deal with any of it.

[thecrowingtobe]

Claudio would be very impressed if he had known. The Bar work was busy in general, but today was Theater things, and that was more then the bar kind of work. He'd actually been keeping pretty damn busy lately.

Newo looked this fellow over, and though Apollo seemed alright with him, she had no idea who he was. Then again she had no idea who Jubliee was, and the girl had given her some jeans and a red shirt to wear, which was better then PJ pants and a cami shirt.

When tipped to come in she paused a moment, as if she wasn't sure she could, but... she stepped in, and hoped he didn't mind that the dog with her followed. "I see..." She said simply. At work, huh? But would he be happy to see her? After all, he'd just left her, but here he had been gone over four years. For someone around their ages, four years was a hell of a long time. That had to make him over 20 now.

"And you wouldn't mind me waiting here for him?" She asked in a soft voice, before looking at the dog. She'd at last noticed the dalmatian with the blue eyes and smiled. "Oh my gosh, what a cutie." She said with a smile, crouching down on her ties and resting one elbow to her knee, the other hand held out. "Hello." She said to the dog, her own dog moved right behind her, tail wagging and looking up at the dark haired man, the other dog, and back again. Hi, hi, hello, his eyes say, tongue out.

[mademyhell]

"No. He'd-...He'd like you to. I'm sure." Trauma said, feeling like he was basically faking his way through trying to be nice and failing at it. Really badly.

When the VERY happy dog proceeded to try and be happy at him, Trauma rolled his eyes and stared it down. It did not seem bothered and continued being happy in his direction. Well. At least it hadn't run away in terror from him. That happened sometimes. And then there was Owen who seemed to happily be introducing himself to Newo. Practically apoplectic to meet new people. ...Traitor.

"That's Owen." Trauma said, introducing the dog before himself. And then while she was distracted he rolled his eyes again and pulled out his NV, shooting a text to Claudio that amounted to 'come home' and 'now, but don't panic.'

"I'm...Terry." He said, finally thinking through the fact that she was at a complete disadvantage with him knowing about her already. And then he felt sort of vaguely uncomfortable about that too. This was just a not great situation all around. And was making him horrifically uncomfortable with his, and everyone elses, places in the universe.

[thecrowingtobe]

Apollo wiggled, moving closer and trying to sniff at the man, Terry. And then sniff at the dog, because he smelled.... wrong. HUH! How weird.

Newo smiled brightly, both hands reaching out to scrub fingers through the short hair of the dog, Owen (huh... that was a strange little note passing code name she used in school, her name, backwards). Leaning into his face she talked with a much more human talking to animal happy talk. "Oh aren't you the most handsome fellow. Hello Owen." She scratched his head as she drew back to pet her own dog. "This is Apollo." She said, looking up at Terry as he had introduced himself.

Standing again she rubbed her hands off on her hips then offered a hand to him for a shake. "Nice to meet you Terry. I must admit, you knowing who I am is a bit startling. Are you... a room mate of Clauds?"

It was such a nice house too. A bit surprising, actually.

As for the text he got back? It simply stated 'wtf is wrong? dont tell me not to panic, that jst makes me panik more. im on my way'

[mademyhell]

Apollo. Right. Trauma made something like a mix between a frown and a smirk without actually being able to make a decision on how he felt about that. Apollo the dog also better watch for Apollo the cat. That damn thing was vicious.

Owen was all too happy to get attention, but when Newo's redirected he was also happy to interact with the new dog. So Owen continued on, being all too happy and generally not getting the tenseness of the situation.

'just get back here pls' Trauma texted back, before Newo stood to shake hands and he suddenly was left in the most awkward moment he'd had yet. Right. Okay. He shoved his NV in his pocket and shook her hand. Mostly because it was one of those expected pleasantries. And because he was surprised. He didn't exactly expect for her to do that, and he got a sudden clearer picture of her nerves with the contact. Well. With as on edge as he was, that didn't exactly help and he was pretty sure he'd gone red eye'd at least for a moment.

But he tried to brush it off, and took a step back.. Because he was not getting into all that. Especially with the more....interesting elephant in the
room.

"He talked about you." Trauma said, evenly. "A lot."

Because that was true. Especially that first year, he'd gone on about her like she was some magic thing in the universe and not a person. And....she was a person. That was here. In Terry's space. And he wasn't really wanting to deal with that. He still talked about her sometimes. She was this nebulous marker of before he'd gotten here, and thinking about it too hard made him really uncomfortable in ways he didn't exactly know how to say.

"Yeah. About...four years?" He said, looking out into the rest of the house. That was an easy out. And was even mostly true. "Us and Jinx. She's not home either."

[thecrowingtobe]

Owen and Apollo the Dog seemed to get along well, but seeing as they were both based off each other, or more properly, Owen was based off Apollo, that isn't surprising.

With the handshake, if the others eyes had gone red, she didn't seem to notice. Her nerves were half shot, but she was also steel. Scared that she was making a mistake. She was talking to a stranger, who was with or around her boyfriend for four years while she was... well, one or two days short with out him and thinking he was dead.... with the rest of his family.

The 'a lot' made her cheeks tint pink a bit, but she smiled brightly. "That idiot. I hope it wasn't too boring. But I'm glad he remembered me. I.... thought he was dead, myself." It's been two days. She had been holding on for hope too.

"I'm sorry. I hope this isn't an inconvenient time for you. Jubilee has been helping me and said I could find him here."

Mean while, the text from Claudio came in with 'man, u knw i hate surprises.'

[mademyhell]

"It's fine, He-" Trauma was about ready to try and make his way through dealing with what she was saying, sending back another text that said 'deal. come here.' when he paused. Wait.

"You thought he was dead?" Trauma asked, and then thought about what he'd sensed off her at first and he paused, looking distracted for a moment as he ran back through the thought and tied to the thread of it in her head. He worked through it, first finding the priest and having to get back past it again to find-abodytomatchthenoteshefound'i'llbedead'and-

Trauma stopped, and he was pretty sure he couldn't hide that he'd been searching in her fears this time, eyes having changed color and not actually caring. He could explain it if he had to. But that wasn't something he was willing to let go.

He couldn't really see it, beyond what he could grasp through the fog of her fears and the fears of every bystander near.

Claudio was going to need to explain what he was seeing, because he could tell the difference between what was real and what was irrational. And he could tell this was based on something real.

[thecrowingtobe]

No more text back, because he was kind of worried about what the hell was going on, thus wandering his way to his car and driving there trying so very hard not to worry. He's going to be so MAD if he should have worried.

The question makes her try to reconsider what he had said, running a hand over her neck. "It's... stupid, maybe. He left me a note when he left and at first I just thought he was being dramatic, but then..." This thing popped up at her window and tried to kill her while asking for the Crowing. How does one explain that?

Apollo looked concerned up at Newo now, inching closer and leaning into her side a bit. He was very careful about what she was feeling. Newo just shook her head at him and continued. "After an attack at home, and this woman who saved me, I wasn't so sure anymore. He could have been dead out there and I'd never know..."

And then he wasn't. He was alive and older then her (or so they say, she still doesn't understand that part too well) and living here in a city with room mates. Oh my gosh.

[mademyhell]

Frankly, Claudio probably should've worried. If only because Trauma was not pleased and getting worse.

"It's not-..." Trauma paused. It's not stupid if he's right, and he's going to kick his idiot into next fucking week if he did what Trauma thinks he did. And Claudio's a dramatic shit sometimes. But that's getting ridiculous. And stupid. And-

And who the hell knows what he'd actually been thinking at the time.

But Trauma continues on with a thought in his head that this was going to be something that got brought up later. When he actually had the chance to ask Claudio himself.

"You got attacked." Trauma said, as things finally clicked. He looked her over trying to determine how recently this happened. And if she was okay. Claudio would kill him if she was hurt or something and he'd done nothing. That must've been what was up with the monster....thing. "....You're okay, right?"

[thecrowingtobe]

Terry seemed like a nice guy. A little shy, but honestly, Newo had dealt with people like that before. After all she was... or had been(?) dating Claudio. Shy people were her favorite though, the type that didn't go out there into the world much but could if encouraged.

His concern over her being attacked was sweet. She shook her head though. "This woman, blue skinned and pretty, helped out. Took care of the problem. I'm fine, swear. Just a bit of a nerve rattling thing."

Which was true, her nerves were shot, and ending up here suddenly was even more alarming. At least the dog came with her. And... and this is where Claudio ran away to. So it was a bit more.... well, it was frightening and interesting and confusing.

Claudio however wasn't far from home, stressing out the entire way. No he did NOT almost run over someone however.

SP AU: Memory problems

[mademyhell]

Trauma had been completely distracted recently, partly because with Jinx and Gabriel's wedding and partly with school, but that hadn't stopped the fact that things had been...They'd been off.

He'd not been quite able to say what it was, but there was some kind of horrific awkwardness since the last time he'd died. It had taken about two weeks for Claudio to start treating him even remotely normally, and it made him kind of want to go hide in the corner of the attic until things stopped being so fucking weird.

But he couldn't. And he'd had to play human.

Then the wedding had come up and if it was possible for Claudio to act more like he wasn't willing to deal with Terry's existence, he wasn't sure how. Trauma might not have been able to sense him but he could tell something was wrong. He knew him that well...or he had. Honestly Trauma was starting to doubt that and he didn't know what to do about it.

Things were so off that Jinx had pulled him aside, and asked if everything would be okay while she and Gabriel were gone.

He'd pretended not to know what she was talking about.

Trauma had gone up to the attic, and was basically hiding in his corner again when he got a text from Jinx. She said something about being blissful and alright and he ran his thumb over the NV, thinking. He went to send something to Claudio about the text when he realized how little they'd talked since his death. It was pathetic how much that really hurt. So, he scrolled up to try and find the last thing that hadn't been a two word response.

And paused.

'Do I have to apologize for dying now'

....What?

Trauma read through the short conversation, once, twice, and a third time still, his eyes flickering as he fell into confusion.

(Iwasn'tavoidingyou-because I was mad .........-ou cause... because I think... -IthinkIloveyou and you scared-)

He could remember, suddenly in fits, and starts, and the color flooded out of the area as Trauma's stomach dropped.

What. What the hell?

He closed his eyes and sat back, tying to catch up with the memory as it tried to get away again.

"Holy shit"

Trauma got up, holding the NV, and still staring at it before wandering into their room to find Claudio going through something in their room. Lucky for once that he was here.

"What the fuck." Trauma said, eyes glowing bright and the area drained of all color.

[thecrowingtobe]

He had been avoiding a bit, yeah. Yeah, he maybe shouldn't. He maybe should say something, but you know how freaked out he gets when he learns of a new power. And fuck, this one freaked him out pretty hard. For a month now.

He'd realized what had happened. He realized what he had done. Not because he had done it to Trauma, but because while in the city he had done it to someone else also. An angry complaint, a fight, and a glow of eyes, telling someone to go jump off a god damn building. Actually, he said to jump off SERO Tower...

To which the next day there was news about a man who had taken his life... by jumping off the SERO tower.

Claudio had felt cold ever since that moment. Cold and a little lost and so very guilty. He hadn't told anyone about THAT, and he had figured out what had happened. He wanted to talk to Trauma about it but...

...but he had realized that the man wasn't the first person he had done that too. Trauma was.

He felt cold over it. Colder then having forced someone to take their life. Colder then the coldest winter, or so he felt. And there was NO way he could tell any of them either. Not with the wedding coming up. Not with how HAPPY and nervous Jinx was. He was there for them, though he couldn't focus on Trauma, because there was guilt there. Awkward guilt.

Jinx had asked if things were alright at one point, but he gave her his best smile and a kiss to the forehead, 'Of course, Princess. Everything is going to be fine. You just worry about you and enjoy.' He'd told her, and he tried to chill out more.

Chilling out might have helped, a bit, if he still didn't feel guilty. If he could figure out how to talk to the other with out flat out fear of what to do or say to Trauma. He had someone kill themselves. That was bothersome on it's own. Actually THAT should upset him more then anything else, but it was fucking with Trauma's head and not even realizing it until late like this that was killing him.

And he knows he's just making it worse by waiting. He knew it was stupid. A simple conversation and apology and a soft plea for help might have been good. Instead he got... more elusive.

Smart.

In their room he was digging around for some art supplies, on his knees and pawing through his art drawer. When the door opened with a What The Fuck he blinked, looking up... seeing the red eyes and angry look. The voided out gray of the room that was... actually pretty strong and wide out there.

He stood swiftly, looking worried a moment, moving a few steps closer to the other, eyes wide. "Fuck, Trauma, what the hell?" He asked more worried that something happened then he was mad. There was no reason to be mad, right? Clearly something was wrong and Trauma was upset. Upset and angry and there was something up. Claudio wanted to help...

[mademyhell]

"Was it one of those stupid core breaks?" Trauma said, starting into the conversation like they were on the same page. They weren't and he knew it. And that's why he was angry. The room had gone cold around Trauma as he didn't even try to reign back in. He couldn't do anything to Claudio, anyway. What was the point of worrying. But something was clearly wrong here and Claudio had just continued on as if...

He was practically radiating energy for once and his eyes were lit up out of the dark.

He was....Angry didn't cut it. He didn't get angry much anymore, not outside of himself, not in any kind of way that actually effected another person, but here he was, making things worse.

"Did it do something to me? Is that why things have been-..." Trauma paused. "Whatever this was, you knew. Didn't you? That's why you've been-....And you didn't tell me. Why the hell would you let me keep thinking-"

The backlight faded out suddenly and at least it was easier to tell where he was looking when his eyes weren't outright glowing.

Trauma stood there a moment practically snarling in a horrific mix of hurt and anger that rankled, and finally in lieu of having to explain what the fuck was wrong, Trauma threw the NV at him.

"Tell me why I didn't remember this." Trauma said, evenly through the distortion in his anger. "Short sentences. Make me understand."

[thecrowingtobe]

Okay, that was a bit freaky. He had to admit that to himself. The eyes and the dark and the gray and the COLD that hit him. That was.... weird. Not new, but a bit new. It actually made him shiver a bit as it hit him. Holy crap.

"Trauma?" He had said a bit confused, eyes a little wide at first. Did it do what? Did what do what? What didn't he tel--right. He's not that stupid. He knows where this is coming from, and oh god, he's in so much trouble isn't he?

He stood there, deer in the headlights look and unable to process words. Then he jumped as the NV hit him, in the head. His hand catching it as it started to fall, the other hand reaching up to cup over his forehead and temple. "FucK! It's not what you... it's... It's not that I---fuck." He rubbed at his face and backed up a few steps in the room. There was panic running through him now, eyes wide.

Oh god, oh god, he either knew about the guy and the tower, or he knew about the... about his... thing, with... oh crap. Fuck. Shit. He didn't know what to say. He'd been hiding this for a bit now and... shit.

"It's not what you think, man. I swear. I don't think it's a ... ah, the Core or, or I don't know, maybe it is a Core break, or ... or something." So much for short sentences that help others understand, huh.

And it's not like he's scared OF Trauma, but god damn he could be freaky. For Claudio it wasn't the fear of the man or what he could do, but the fear that he knows now. That he knows and he hates him. That he wants to kill him doesn't actually scare him, because maybe he should. Or at least leave. Or make HIM leave. Maybe that would be all that happens. He'd be told to leave. He'd go to Michael and Jubes. He's go somewhere else and let Trauma breath and.... maybe... maybe he'd take him back.

But at the moment he was sure he wouldn't get off that easy, ever. "I swear. I didn't know what happened. I didn't know man. It just happened and then it happened again and I swear, I don't know if it did something but oh god, how do you know about it?"

Nope, that might not have been the best rambling sentence to have said.

[mademyhell]

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.

[thecrowingtobe]

Oh god, oh god, oh god. He doesn't know what is going on now. Trauma knows but he doesn't know how he knows, and it's not about the guy, or maybe it is but maybe it's not and he doesn't know when things went wrong, and he was so sure that if he didn't say anything that it would be alright so long as he figured out how to forget about it himself but that was part of the issue wasn't it? That was what the problem was. He made the other forget, or change or, or, or god he didn't know what he did.

He was having an internal freak out. That was for sure.

He opened his mouth to speak, choked back on it as he heard the tone of the others voice and felt like his heart was breaking. Oh god, oh god, oh god, he's so mad and he has every right to, because he didn't tell him what he did, and he had done it, and he's horrible.

"Trauma... I..." He started, only to be hit, right in the face. He stumbled back, foot caught on the bed edge and falling backwards into it, half his back hitting the wall at the head of it with a hard thud. His hands came up to hold his face, trying not to howl but choking on a groan. "Ffffffffffuck!" He hissed, hands both over his face and growled out words.

"Fuck! I didn't DO it on purpose! Ow, fuck, shit... you had ta hit me in the damn face didn't you!?" He protested, curling up to a knee unless the other advanced on him. He's not even sure where to start now.

[mademyhell]

Trauma just stood there rubbing at his knuckles and thinking about how little that had helped even with everything else.

"Yes. I did" he said. Almost monotone, and watching Claudio down his nose. He couldn't remember feeling this hurt in a long time. The last time it had felt anything like this he'd shifted into having a knife in his chest and Jerry staring at him in horror.

"Tell me it was an accident." Trauma said finally after watching him for a long moment. He sounded tired and horrible in the middle of all of this. His voice was a mess of distortion and his eyes remained red even as the orange light dimmed. "Powers accidents I get- but if you-"

If he'd changed things in Trauma's head just because? He wasn't sure how he was going to deal with that.

[thecrowingtobe]

Had that happened at all before this? Honestly he couldn't recall a time that Trauma was the one to throw a punch, and that was a damn hard punch. Sometimes he forgot that Trauma had gone through some shitty boot camp at one point.

His hand held his nose, and because nothing in life can ever be easy, and because he had broken his nose so many times before, this time was no different in the fact that his nose was bleeding. Thankfully it wasn't broken! Just... bleeding and god damn sore. Fuuuuck.

He tried to take in a sharp breath, sitting there with his back half in the bed and in the wall, hands over his nose and mouth, and eyes staring up at the other. "It was an accident!" He barked out under his hand. Oh god that hurt.

He scrambled to sit up more against the wall, leaning forward on his knees, hand over his bloody face still. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "It was an accident, I swear." He said with a slurred tone. "I didn't even realize it till later, i swear."

He tucked his head into his knees and closed his eyes harder. Trauma should hit him. A few more times. He's a horrible person. These powers just keep popping up and its driving him insane, and he could have killed Trauma with his own temper no less.

"I can't swear on anythin' more then just... I swear. I had no idea till after, and... and I didn't say nothin' because I was scared you'd... react badly." Like this. Because he had all the right in the world to be mad, and Claudio couldn't even deny that.

[mademyhell]

Trauma would be glad later that he didn't break the damn idiot's nose. Later. Right now he kind of wished that he had. Or that he wanted to.

Claudio looked so panicked it was surreal that he couldn't feel any of it. But it would've been easier if he could have. Hell, he'd probably have known something was wrong. But he'd relied on that negative space for so long to just feel human with someone on the planet and there were so many awful parts to sensing what he could he never wanted to know all of that about someone before. But as angry and hurt and betrayed as he felt it would've made things easier.

Finally Trauma spoke again after a long moment.

"Scared I'd react badly to which, you erasing my memory, ignoring me for weeks, or telling me you were in love with me."

Trauma wasn't exactly playing fair at the moment.

[thecrowingtobe]

He would be alright with a break of the nose too, because he thinks he deserves it, but he also doesn't want it broken because FUCK that hurts. So he's also grateful that it hadn't happened.

And yea, panic, because he didn't want to hurt Trauma. He does love him. Figured that out already. Figured it out and now he's fucking up so badly and it's about powers and shit he didn't say and god damn, shit, fuck he is fucking up so bad.

Yes, a panic. Such a panic, because he'd never seen Trauma this mad, and he didn't have a good reason for not telling him, and he should have, but shit, shit, shit, he told someone to jump and he learned from that and how does he explain this to him oh god, oh god...

"I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't even know I did it at the time! I didn't know for a few weeks! I didn't want to tell you, fuck, you'd never trust me again. Who would. You'd never know if I did it or not and there we go. No trust. But I swear, if I had known, I wouldn't of done it. I aint never done it before then either." After though... yeah.

[mademyhell]

Trauma just stared, eyes narrowed.

"You don't think I'd get what happened?" Trauma threw out his hands, wide eyed, upset and clearly not handling this half as well as he meant to. "I get powers fuck ups Claudio, my worst put someone into a god damn insane asylum for life. They're done. Forever. There's no-....There's no fixing that. So I get it. What I don't get is-...."

He stopped, pausing to stare off somewhere else because trying for eye contact this whole time was trying and he was just unable to deal with all of it. He crossed his arms and finally took a step back. He was viciously angry, his head hurt, and it felt like his fucking eyes were burning so he turned, covering his face with his hand before running it up into the front of his hair and holding on for a moment. There was no fucking way to get out of this reasonably.

And he'd already gone and decked his-...

Trauma just stopped and turned back to him.

"What, didn't you trust me at all?"

[thecrowingtobe]

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."