[There it is. After all this time, Blue still can't forgive him. And should he really be surprised? His anger dissipates quickly at the sound of Blue's panting on the other end of the communicator. But what is he supposed to say, exactly? They've been over this more than once. They'd "moved on", or so Red had thought. And yet, here he is, listening to what he's sure are tears through his communicator, a painful knot twisting in his stomach.
[He doesn't know what to say and in that moment he hates himself for it. He hates himself for a lot of reasons. He hates himself more than Blue ever could.
["im srry"-he types it out, deletes it - what does it matter if he's sorry? He's said it before. Clearly it's a weak response.
[There are a few more trashed lines - typing bubbles popping up on Blue's screen that disappear, start up again, disappear. But eventually, they stop altogether. Red sets his communicator on the table and curls up in a ball on the couch. More radio silence. That's just what Blue needs. But he simply can't find the words.]
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[He doesn't know what to say and in that moment he hates himself for it. He hates himself for a lot of reasons. He hates himself more than Blue ever could.
["im srry"-he types it out, deletes it - what does it matter if he's sorry? He's said it before. Clearly it's a weak response.
[There are a few more trashed lines - typing bubbles popping up on Blue's screen that disappear, start up again, disappear. But eventually, they stop altogether. Red sets his communicator on the table and curls up in a ball on the couch. More radio silence. That's just what Blue needs. But he simply can't find the words.]