[As the memory fades, there's another sobbing that replaces it. It's quiet, nothing more than a sharp intake of breath and a shuddering exhale shortly after. But it's there, as are the tears that are gathering at the corners of his eyes are just as real and present as his attempts to keep from losing his shit and cry for real.]
Fuck- fucking hell-
[He sniffs in loudly and lifts his hand to wipe at his eyes, trying to dry his tears before they start falling. He's not going to lose it over a memory like that, no. Even if it hits so close to home that it hurts his heart. It feels like he's trying to swallow down liquid fire, it burns him in such a way that he feels like he'll start crying at any moment.
But he can't, he won't. He's not a child being comforted by a compassionate adult. He can keep himself together.]
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Fuck- fucking hell-
[He sniffs in loudly and lifts his hand to wipe at his eyes, trying to dry his tears before they start falling. He's not going to lose it over a memory like that, no. Even if it hits so close to home that it hurts his heart. It feels like he's trying to swallow down liquid fire, it burns him in such a way that he feels like he'll start crying at any moment.
But he can't, he won't. He's not a child being comforted by a compassionate adult. He can keep himself together.]