[They've argued before, about things that matter, about things that don't. Tim's been angry with her before, more than a handful of times, especially back when she was reckless, and it's never really troubled her, before.
But Tim has never been drunk during an argument. The way he moves is familiar, but not because she's ever seen him that way. It's too much like her mom, too much like her dad.
It's enough to make her retreat a step back, fists clenched at her sides as her heart leaps up into her throat. It's enough that the words, once she parses them, land like a punch to the gut.
What does she say to that? Useless promises that they won't leave him again? Stupid platitudes about how it's going to be okay, how she's sorry? Tim lost so many people in such a short time, and she's not stupid enough to think that getting most of them back would ever truly heal that wound.]
We get it. I get it.
[Maybe she can't speak for the others. Maybe Kon and Bart don't get it. She thinks they do, though, from what she's learned of them so far.
She should say something else, should do something else, but that spike of fear makes it hard to think, and the guilt only makes it worse.]
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But Tim has never been drunk during an argument. The way he moves is familiar, but not because she's ever seen him that way. It's too much like her mom, too much like her dad.
It's enough to make her retreat a step back, fists clenched at her sides as her heart leaps up into her throat. It's enough that the words, once she parses them, land like a punch to the gut.
What does she say to that? Useless promises that they won't leave him again? Stupid platitudes about how it's going to be okay, how she's sorry? Tim lost so many people in such a short time, and she's not stupid enough to think that getting most of them back would ever truly heal that wound.]
We get it. I get it.
[Maybe she can't speak for the others. Maybe Kon and Bart don't get it. She thinks they do, though, from what she's learned of them so far.
She should say something else, should do something else, but that spike of fear makes it hard to think, and the guilt only makes it worse.]
I'm sorry.
[Stupid platitudes it is, then.]