When he first learned to recognise things like this - the ways people drew into themselves and away from the situation, the ways they coped and didn't - it was about helping them. Then, like everything else, it got twisted; it's a moment to take advantage of, physically or emotionally.
Even now, feeling closer to his former self than he has in over a century, that's his first instinct. How can he even trust himself to walk this line, for who knows how long -
He swallows that fear, and the bile with it, because there's no alternative. He'll have to.
So, instead of stepping back, Zerxus reaches out to take his Captain's hand. "It's not okay. It doesn't have to be okay."
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When he first learned to recognise things like this - the ways people drew into themselves and away from the situation, the ways they coped and didn't - it was about helping them. Then, like everything else, it got twisted; it's a moment to take advantage of, physically or emotionally.
Even now, feeling closer to his former self than he has in over a century, that's his first instinct. How can he even trust himself to walk this line, for who knows how long -
He swallows that fear, and the bile with it, because there's no alternative. He'll have to.
So, instead of stepping back, Zerxus reaches out to take his Captain's hand. "It's not okay. It doesn't have to be okay."