[Blue smiles, soft, a bit sad, and shakes his head. Glancing away, he buries it back in the nook of Red's shoulder and breathes him in, letting it back out with a small huff. A crybaby? he thinks, probably intended to himself, sarcastic; but he remembers again that Red will hear it and sighs.]
[No, it wasn't about the crying. It was about the things he did to cover that part of him up. It was the bully, the ego, the barbs he protected himself with. It was hurting without thinking, spouting cruelty and then regretting it immediately.]
I have to be better. [He reaffirms, murmured into Red's shoulder, and squeezes his hand again.]
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[No, it wasn't about the crying. It was about the things he did to cover that part of him up. It was the bully, the ego, the barbs he protected himself with. It was hurting without thinking, spouting cruelty and then regretting it immediately.]
I have to be better. [He reaffirms, murmured into Red's shoulder, and squeezes his hand again.]