[ the gesture makes him stop. he isn't sure why his chest goes all tight suddenly, at that reassuring weight on his shoulder. he doesn't know why he simultaneously wants to jerk away while wishing the moment would last a bit longer. it feels dangerously close to things like support and encouragement and -- acceptance.
things he'd only ever felt around other fuck-ups like him. the kids with the messed up powers or messed up heads and messed up pasts. even abby, good-natured and sweet abby, who still had blood on her hands and trauma enough for lifetimes.
he hesitates, something boyishly awkward and almost vulnerable crossing his face before he's glancing away, brushing bradbury's hand from his shoulder briskly like he's annoyed by it. ]
It's fine. I'm not the one who's going to have to deal with Jenny. I don't need you to have my back.
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things he'd only ever felt around other fuck-ups like him. the kids with the messed up powers or messed up heads and messed up pasts. even abby, good-natured and sweet abby, who still had blood on her hands and trauma enough for lifetimes.
he hesitates, something boyishly awkward and almost vulnerable crossing his face before he's glancing away, brushing bradbury's hand from his shoulder briskly like he's annoyed by it. ]
It's fine. I'm not the one who's going to have to deal with Jenny. I don't need you to have my back.