[Here they sit. It's an awkward position for Barrett, but his free hand still rests against the back of Morgan's shoulder.]
Sometimes. You don't put plastic wrap over toilet seats or send glitter bombs to professors you don't like.
[It's a moment given to humor and nostalgia, before he lets his voice slip quiet again.]
When we were ten, he'd sit with me at night a lot and talk how the only thing he wanted was for our dad to die. How he wished he'd been the one to go instead. He'd get angry at me for pulling him away from Lily... or from trying to ask him to stop. He'd cry until he went into cataplexy, and then would cry out of frustration when he woke up from that.
[He swallows hard, letting his gaze drift to the side, to the water.]
I never knew how to help him when he felt so helpless and angry. All I knew was... I didn't want to lose someone I loved so much when I already almost lost him once.
Cw: suicidal ideation
Sometimes. You don't put plastic wrap over toilet seats or send glitter bombs to professors you don't like.
[It's a moment given to humor and nostalgia, before he lets his voice slip quiet again.]
When we were ten, he'd sit with me at night a lot and talk how the only thing he wanted was for our dad to die. How he wished he'd been the one to go instead. He'd get angry at me for pulling him away from Lily... or from trying to ask him to stop. He'd cry until he went into cataplexy, and then would cry out of frustration when he woke up from that.
[He swallows hard, letting his gaze drift to the side, to the water.]
I never knew how to help him when he felt so helpless and angry. All I knew was... I didn't want to lose someone I loved so much when I already almost lost him once.