[ It has felt like forever, especially when he was well enough to start making new memories and live past those few days where Amon—Fandaniel was dead...
Amon sighs, and Mehmet cradles his head.
There's only the slightest twitch of his fingers at what the other says. Emotions—upset, heartache, a defensiveness—all whirl inside of him, and his chest hurts. He knows he did bad. He knows he should've said something, especially to someone who he— ]
...I know. [ His murmur is so quiet, it's essentially a whisper. ] I know, I... I'm really sorry, Amon. I should've.
[ The usual excuses he has for everyone else feel hollow with Amon. ]
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Amon sighs, and Mehmet cradles his head.
There's only the slightest twitch of his fingers at what the other says. Emotions—upset, heartache, a defensiveness—all whirl inside of him, and his chest hurts. He knows he did bad. He knows he should've said something, especially to someone who he— ]
...I know. [ His murmur is so quiet, it's essentially a whisper. ] I know, I... I'm really sorry, Amon. I should've.
[ The usual excuses he has for everyone else feel hollow with Amon. ]