[Now it's Mickey's turn to sound raw, and more than he means to, as well. He's briefly relieved that Cassel isn't looking to see the flash of pain that he knows passes across his face with it. He bites it back, covers it up with a sigh, rubs at his eyes like he can push the feelings back inside if he just tries hard enough.
But then, that's really his fucking problem, right? They're all locked up in him, lodged under his throat and in the pit of his stomach, growing sharper and harder to manage every time he gets into something like this. Each and every time: he lets someone in, lets them in until he has no choice but to... give a shit, his mind supplies, unwilling to go near the obvious word. Until he has no choice but to give a shit, and then they lay something at his feet that he can barely even understand, let alone help with. Let alone take care of.
He presses the heels of his hands harder into his eye sockets, then lets them drop again once he sees stars.]
I don't-- [He bites his lip.] Do you-- do you think you need help or something?
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[Now it's Mickey's turn to sound raw, and more than he means to, as well. He's briefly relieved that Cassel isn't looking to see the flash of pain that he knows passes across his face with it. He bites it back, covers it up with a sigh, rubs at his eyes like he can push the feelings back inside if he just tries hard enough.
But then, that's really his fucking problem, right? They're all locked up in him, lodged under his throat and in the pit of his stomach, growing sharper and harder to manage every time he gets into something like this. Each and every time: he lets someone in, lets them in until he has no choice but to... give a shit, his mind supplies, unwilling to go near the obvious word. Until he has no choice but to give a shit, and then they lay something at his feet that he can barely even understand, let alone help with. Let alone take care of.
He presses the heels of his hands harder into his eye sockets, then lets them drop again once he sees stars.]
I don't-- [He bites his lip.] Do you-- do you think you need help or something?