He turns the water off and gets a towel and finally, semi clothed in something that isn't soaked in blood and other things, he can give her a tiny smile. He can pretend she isn't dripping wet now because he'd needed a goddamn hug, like something small and weak, like a bitch.
He can pretend he hadn't needed it and that it didn't make him feel just the tiniest bit better.
"They call you Big Sister." And he'd known he would be safe here and there aren't words for what that means to him.
He takes a cautious step but no, he still needs support. So he leans on her, and he doesn't feel anger about it this time. "I want to sleep near Carver."
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Date: 2024-06-18 09:57 pm (UTC)He can pretend he hadn't needed it and that it didn't make him feel just the tiniest bit better.
"They call you Big Sister." And he'd known he would be safe here and there aren't words for what that means to him.
He takes a cautious step but no, he still needs support. So he leans on her, and he doesn't feel anger about it this time. "I want to sleep near Carver."