[Blue flinches at the sudden iciness, disappointed that Guzma took him for his word. As if he was supposed to know any better... That was always the problem, wasn’t it? He’d pushed and pushed Red away too, flinging barbs at him until he left, when all he wanted was for him to look past them and see the wounds beneath.]
[It hadn’t worked then, either, but he didn’t know any other way.]
[He’s still struggling to find it when Guzma says forget it, and a spike of fear feeds back along the line, Guzma’s painful embarrassment and his honest words trudging up something deep within Blue, his strongest and most hated emotion.]
Wait— [He panicks and blurts across, and it’s hard to stop yourself finishing your sentences when they’re what you’re thinking.] Don’t leave—!
[And now it’s Blue’s turn to be embarrassed and exposed, a deafening silence like the sensation of holding ones’ breath and waiting for the hurt to come.]
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[It hadn’t worked then, either, but he didn’t know any other way.]
[He’s still struggling to find it when Guzma says forget it, and a spike of fear feeds back along the line, Guzma’s painful embarrassment and his honest words trudging up something deep within Blue, his strongest and most hated emotion.]
Wait— [He panicks and blurts across, and it’s hard to stop yourself finishing your sentences when they’re what you’re thinking.] Don’t leave—!
[And now it’s Blue’s turn to be embarrassed and exposed, a deafening silence like the sensation of holding ones’ breath and waiting for the hurt to come.]