[Luke waits for a response, but he doesn't get one. He said something wrong, didn't he? He quietly pleads into the journal.]
Guy? ... Guy?
[His expression darkens. Maybe he said too much. Even if it was the truth, he thought... hiding things-- he thought it would be worse. He just wanted Guy to understand why he did what he did. But maybe that was the wrong thing to do. Maybe he should've kept his mouth shut.
His lip trembles, and he sucks in a breath-- and that's it, because the next thing he knows, he's being knocked out of his defensive position. His feet dig into the snow, just barely keeping him upright. His air is gone, from shock or Guy slamming into him or both. And there's also the wings, which are still pretty sensitive. Thankfully, neither of them got tweaked.]
Guy! I...
[His best friend's words are so soft and yet so vehement. Yeah, he definitely said the wrong thing. But even so, he can't take it back. He just has to keep going, somehow, even if this isn't the way he imagined keeping his promise to Tear. To everyone. As the shock wears off, he finds himself trembling very faintly, as if something is shaking him to the very core.
Yet... he's smiling. Despite how scared and sad he is, he's trying to smile, because he gets to see his friends again. One way or another. He gets to be real.
He leans his head against Guy's affectionately, since he can't really do much to return the hug when he's being clung to like that. He hopes Guy confuses the shaking for shivering. He doesn't really know how to explain the dizzying mass of feelings caught in his throat. He finds the fabric of Guy's sleeve and twists his fingers into it, appreciating the familiarity, trying to be strong even when he wants to give in.]
Sorry, [he murmurs and squeezes his eyes shut. A tear escapes, finds its way down past Luke's chin, and eventually flees into Guy's sunny hair.] I'm sorry. I-I didn't want it to end there. I wanted to keep going. I wanted to...
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Guy? ... Guy?
[His expression darkens. Maybe he said too much. Even if it was the truth, he thought... hiding things-- he thought it would be worse. He just wanted Guy to understand why he did what he did. But maybe that was the wrong thing to do. Maybe he should've kept his mouth shut.
His lip trembles, and he sucks in a breath-- and that's it, because the next thing he knows, he's being knocked out of his defensive position. His feet dig into the snow, just barely keeping him upright. His air is gone, from shock or Guy slamming into him or both. And there's also the wings, which are still pretty sensitive. Thankfully, neither of them got tweaked.]
Guy! I...
[His best friend's words are so soft and yet so vehement. Yeah, he definitely said the wrong thing. But even so, he can't take it back. He just has to keep going, somehow, even if this isn't the way he imagined keeping his promise to Tear. To everyone. As the shock wears off, he finds himself trembling very faintly, as if something is shaking him to the very core.
Yet... he's smiling. Despite how scared and sad he is, he's trying to smile, because he gets to see his friends again. One way or another. He gets to be real.
He leans his head against Guy's affectionately, since he can't really do much to return the hug when he's being clung to like that. He hopes Guy confuses the shaking for shivering. He doesn't really know how to explain the dizzying mass of feelings caught in his throat. He finds the fabric of Guy's sleeve and twists his fingers into it, appreciating the familiarity, trying to be strong even when he wants to give in.]
Sorry, [he murmurs and squeezes his eyes shut. A tear escapes, finds its way down past Luke's chin, and eventually flees into Guy's sunny hair.] I'm sorry. I-I didn't want it to end there. I wanted to keep going. I wanted to...