Theo didn’t remember the last time he’d cried. He barely knew how it had happened now, let alone had any idea how to curb the emotion as it kept welling up from his chest. As if it had all been pent up inside him for years, fear mingled with sorrow, with grief and anger and guilt and love – and he hadn’t even seen Cash move, but then Cash was there beside him.
The touch was calming; the words ruined him all over again. Abruptly, he needed something more solid than just that weight against his arm – Theo turned in towards him, curling both arms around him and holding tight. “I’m sorry,” he protested, struggling to steady himself against the growing urge to sob. Because clearly he should be the one who was calm, the one who ought to be comforting Cash, not the other way round – he didn’t know what was wrong with him –
“Cash, I’m sorry,” he murmured again – sorry for crying on him, or for what he had said before that he didn’t mean, or for not being here sooner. For not understanding the depths of what Cash was struggling with, or knowing how to help him. His face was close to buried into Cash’s shoulder now; he breathed in, and beneath the tobacco and traces of smoke on his clothes, he could smell the faint familiar scent of citrus – he could feel the warmth of him again. He’s still here, Theo thought. He exhaled. “You won’t,” he breathed, only managing to get out half the question aloud – will you?
The touch was calming; the words ruined him all over again. Abruptly, he needed something more solid than just that weight against his arm – Theo turned in towards him, curling both arms around him and holding tight. “I’m sorry,” he protested, struggling to steady himself against the growing urge to sob. Because clearly he should be the one who was calm, the one who ought to be comforting Cash, not the other way round – he didn’t know what was wrong with him –
“Cash, I’m sorry,” he murmured again – sorry for crying on him, or for what he had said before that he didn’t mean, or for not being here sooner. For not understanding the depths of what Cash was struggling with, or knowing how to help him. His face was close to buried into Cash’s shoulder now; he breathed in, and beneath the tobacco and traces of smoke on his clothes, he could smell the faint familiar scent of citrus – he could feel the warmth of him again. He’s still here, Theo thought. He exhaled. “You won’t,” he breathed, only managing to get out half the question aloud – will you?
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