He bites his tongue instead of saying it, but the sentiment still rings and rings through his mind. Whoever Ain fell in love with isn't real, because if he was then Add wouldn't be so hopeless. All he ever seems to do lately is make Ain upset.
So maybe this was all doomed from the beginning. He can't even compete with Ain's imagined version of himself.
But the more Ain gets worked up like this... it's hard to keep up the mask of anger when he's watching Ain break down in front of him. The guilt eats away at his insides, and when the angel storms off it's not just Wolfwood that steps forwardβbecause despite all their bickering, fighting, pointless posturing, they still both want the same thing here. And they're both too fucking slow on the uptake to catch him.
So now they're both standing there, smack dab in the centre of attention, feeling way too awkward to even do the bare minimum of going after Ain. Pathetic. Ezell has them both beat this time around.
Wolfwood returns to his corner, and Add... sits back down. He huffs an irritable sigh, staring at the floor between his legs, Dynamo pressed tightly against his shoulders.
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He bites his tongue instead of saying it, but the sentiment still rings and rings through his mind. Whoever Ain fell in love with isn't real, because if he was then Add wouldn't be so hopeless. All he ever seems to do lately is make Ain upset.
So maybe this was all doomed from the beginning. He can't even compete with Ain's imagined version of himself.
But the more Ain gets worked up like this... it's hard to keep up the mask of anger when he's watching Ain break down in front of him. The guilt eats away at his insides, and when the angel storms off it's not just Wolfwood that steps forwardβbecause despite all their bickering, fighting, pointless posturing, they still both want the same thing here. And they're both too fucking slow on the uptake to catch him.
So now they're both standing there, smack dab in the centre of attention, feeling way too awkward to even do the bare minimum of going after Ain. Pathetic. Ezell has them both beat this time around.
Wolfwood returns to his corner, and Add... sits back down. He huffs an irritable sigh, staring at the floor between his legs, Dynamo pressed tightly against his shoulders.
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So! Back to the meeting!!]