pandakatiefominz
Wraith
Dark flinched, holding his wrist a little tighter. He knew it was going to be that question. But the answer... A lingering shadow passed over Dark's face. There was nothing he could say. What did someone say to that? He had expressed in that thrift store, mildly, subtly, concerns about it. He had been afraid about it. And he hadn't been able to stop, or prevent...
His eyes were trained on his tattooed hands, unable to look at Alec, not from shame, or that he was disgusted or appalled by what the teen had said, but because he knew Alec felt guilty over everything, constantly. And because Dark could feel he had not controlled his own expression, so if he looked at him now, the teen would see he was upset, and internalize it, like it was his fault. It wasn't, but Alec was never good at seeing what was and wasn't his fault.
Finally he was able to pull his face together enough to turn towards Alec and say, "It has only been two weeks. Nobody expects the hurt to be gone."
His eyes were trained on his tattooed hands, unable to look at Alec, not from shame, or that he was disgusted or appalled by what the teen had said, but because he knew Alec felt guilty over everything, constantly. And because Dark could feel he had not controlled his own expression, so if he looked at him now, the teen would see he was upset, and internalize it, like it was his fault. It wasn't, but Alec was never good at seeing what was and wasn't his fault.
Finally he was able to pull his face together enough to turn towards Alec and say, "It has only been two weeks. Nobody expects the hurt to be gone."