[He's struggling, and it comes across, in lurching sickness, in a sensation like bunching muscles in the stomach]
[How does he open up? How, how, how--]
[Opening oneself up meant pain. It meant betrayal, loss, being kicked while he was down. It was having his dreams stolen and being left behind... Why should he want to open himself to all of that again?]
[Because the pain of being alone was, on its own, just as bad?]
[This guy.... who's hurt him again and again, who he has no real reason to trust.... But who more than anyone, Blue can admit, has given him a chance and seen where he's really coming from...]
Why... wouldn't you lemme go before? [He allows to cross the feed- timidly, carefully, but still tinged in a kind of apprehensive fear of letting Guzma inside his guard.]
[(If there was any doubt, he's definitely crying right now)]
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[How does he open up? How, how, how--]
[Opening oneself up meant pain. It meant betrayal, loss, being kicked while he was down. It was having his dreams stolen and being left behind... Why should he want to open himself to all of that again?]
[Because the pain of being alone was, on its own, just as bad?]
[This guy.... who's hurt him again and again, who he has no real reason to trust.... But who more than anyone, Blue can admit, has given him a chance and seen where he's really coming from...]
Why... wouldn't you lemme go before? [He allows to cross the feed- timidly, carefully, but still tinged in a kind of apprehensive fear of letting Guzma inside his guard.]
[(If there was any doubt, he's definitely crying right now)]