He lets the words wash through him, even as some hateful part of himself wants to refuse and push back for no real reason. And he nods.
One black moment doesn’t erase the rest. It puts him in mind of when Wolfe held him in a back alley, the Topher-like entity melted away for good beyond them.
Something feels like it shifts with a terrible crack in him and Chris’ hands find clinging purchase where they will as a shudder shakes through him. The tears drag from him like his lungs are made of sandpaper, but it doesn’t stop the wretched sobs that claw from him. For this, for himself, for them, for three and a half years of uncertainty and tension and abuse. For being so much better in some ways and so, so much worse in others.
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One black moment doesn’t erase the rest.
It puts him in mind of when Wolfe held him in a back alley, the Topher-like entity melted away for good beyond them.
Something feels like it shifts with a terrible crack in him and Chris’ hands find clinging purchase where they will as a shudder shakes through him. The tears drag from him like his lungs are made of sandpaper, but it doesn’t stop the wretched sobs that claw from him. For this, for himself, for them, for three and a half years of uncertainty and tension and abuse. For being so much better in some ways and so, so much worse in others.