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[midnightroads]

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[midnightroads]

"Sorry cher, I'm prolly fuckin' up yer nice clothes." His accent's slipping--she's getting more Cajun out of him than he normally allows to show.

[not_the_last]

"It's all right," she murmurs, "it's all right."

And feels another pang of something oddly like despair for him: how can anyone reconcile a sense of duty that calls him to violence with a sensitivity so deep that he frets about staining someone's clothes?

[midnightroads]

Words stop happening for a bit as he just lets himself cry. Bash, he stomps down so hard on anger so often, he gets this calcified buildup of misery instead that eats him from the inside. Every so often, he must open the valve and let this out.

It's going to take some time. Sorry, Cass, you're stuck here.

[not_the_last]

This should be someone who's closer to him, she thinks -- but maybe with someone closer to him it would have been that much harder for him to get to this point. And he needs this.

So she sits there, holding him, occasionally murmuring it's all right again, at one point digging out a clean handkerchief and tucking it into his hand.