Abel is still, listening and watching his eyes shift, his words- god. He sucks in a sharp breath when he remembers that he needs to breathe.
That's the thing about waiting for something for months, and sitting there, and thinking about it every moment of the day in the way he does, the cycling thoughts carding through each little thing that was on his mind. And this never went away.
Abel swallows slowly, licking his lips just to wet them before taking in a shuddering breath. He has to say something, but it's difficult to put the words together when there are so many things he's thought about saying since he'd woken up from the crash before he'd even come on board.
"I was- I was terrified to bring it up- I" This was supposed to be about Cain, him talking and being frustrated, and while he feels like he should stop this, turn them around, he can't. He's already crying and he doesn't even know when he started. "Like...What if you didn't actually care? Or we never talked about it, and it just sat there forever? I-" He's kind of rambling, frozen in place, probably sweating through his fresh shirt all over again.
Wiping at one eye with the heel of his hand, he tries not to sniffle so loudly before he tries to put better words together. His hand, tightly gripping his pants, reaches out, catching Cain's, willing him to actually look at him. He wanted him to remember what this looks like, look him in the eye when he speaks, because it's important.
"It's...It's not okay, what happened, and what you did, but that doesn't mean I can't forgive you."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
(no subject)
Date: 2024-11-30 05:57 am (UTC)That's the thing about waiting for something for months, and sitting there, and thinking about it every moment of the day in the way he does, the cycling thoughts carding through each little thing that was on his mind. And this never went away.
Abel swallows slowly, licking his lips just to wet them before taking in a shuddering breath. He has to say something, but it's difficult to put the words together when there are so many things he's thought about saying since he'd woken up from the crash before he'd even come on board.
"I was- I was terrified to bring it up- I" This was supposed to be about Cain, him talking and being frustrated, and while he feels like he should stop this, turn them around, he can't. He's already crying and he doesn't even know when he started. "Like...What if you didn't actually care? Or we never talked about it, and it just sat there forever? I-" He's kind of rambling, frozen in place, probably sweating through his fresh shirt all over again.
Wiping at one eye with the heel of his hand, he tries not to sniffle so loudly before he tries to put better words together. His hand, tightly gripping his pants, reaches out, catching Cain's, willing him to actually look at him. He wanted him to remember what this looks like, look him in the eye when he speaks, because it's important.
"It's...It's not okay, what happened, and what you did, but that doesn't mean I can't forgive you."