[ Let someone in. Let someone in. He reacted warmly to the nudge. If anything, he wanted more; a tactile person who often craved physical contact, but in a place like this it was hard to... well. And Sharon shouldn't have to deal with his shit on top of her own. He remembered what it was like to be the adult when you weren't among a bunch of adults who were anything but.
And furthermore. FURTHERMORE. It scared him. Every time he really let someone in it burned him. It was easier to seem like the weird uncle who sometimes just fucking disappears, and he deals with his shit eventually, drinks it down, comes back and continues to be Wrench. Cause no one fucking cares about Reggie marcus does. That ship sailed with the fucking divorce aiden and jackson did.
His fingers curled into the roughened fabric of jean.] easier said than done, man. I aβ [ And he's just waiting for the ball to drop with Peter; for Peter to realize he's not a good person. Maybe he wasn't. Sabine wasn't wrong, she just had the wrong idea on how to go about fixing shit. She wasn't wrong about him, though. She wasn't. ] appreciate you, though.
[ This felt different. This quiet panic; this spiral. Like a hole that was getting harder to climb out of. The depth he couldn't see an end to andβ It felt like... it felt like his mask was getting tighter, and things felt glitchy, and twitchy, and. ] but it doesn't fucking matter, Sharon. [ Did his voice sound even more mechanical? He slowly rolled up to his feet. That mask, it was glitching. ] It doesn't matter.
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And furthermore. FURTHERMORE. It scared him. Every time he really let someone in it burned him. It was easier to seem like the weird uncle who sometimes just fucking disappears, and he deals with his shit eventually, drinks it down, comes back and continues to be Wrench. Cause no one fucking cares about Reggie
marcus does. That ship sailed with the fucking divorceaiden and jackson did.His fingers curled into the roughened fabric of jean.] easier said than done, man. I aβ [ And he's just waiting for the ball to drop with Peter; for Peter to realize he's not a good person. Maybe he wasn't. Sabine wasn't wrong, she just had the wrong idea on how to go about fixing shit. She wasn't wrong about him, though. She wasn't. ] appreciate you, though.
[ This felt different. This quiet panic; this spiral. Like a hole that was getting harder to climb out of. The depth he couldn't see an end to andβ It felt like... it felt like his mask was getting tighter, and things felt glitchy, and twitchy, and. ] but it doesn't fucking matter, Sharon. [ Did his voice sound even more mechanical? He slowly rolled up to his feet. That mask, it was glitching. ] It doesn't matter.