I see it, when you look at me. You're guilty. You think you've let me down. But that's not true. You saved me. If I'd never met you, maybe they would've come for me anyway. For another reason. Because that's what they do.
( he's proud of the work matt's doing. proud of all the people he saves. but he just wishes that he didn't have to tear himself apart for it. that maybe he could try to be gentle again. like he is, with kieren. )
You're a martyr, Matt. And I'm worried that one day, you just...you won't come home. I'm scared.
[ Matt is silent for a moment as Kieren's words sink in. Kieren's not wrong; Matt can't shake the guilt he feels when he smells the copper-tang of blood and creaking bones, the way Kieren favors his side when he moves, all of it a reminder of his failure.
But he can set it aside when he goes out tonight, tomorrow, whenever he's needed, to make sure that what happens to Kieren won't happen to anyone else. He has to move forward, to keep on fighting because that's what he owes to the people of this city, to himself.
He leans forward to gently cup his face, pressing his forehead to his. Kieren needs him, and he has to be strong for the both of them. ] Don't be scared. [ He says quietly, thumb gently rubbing over Kieren's bottom lip, soft and full and so very tempting. ] I won't let anyone hurt you again. And I'll always come home to you.
[ He'll fight tooth and nail to come back to Kieren, to come back home. He refuses to be afraid; he knows what lies before him, the long, agonising painful road full of blood and death. But he takes it on anyway, because there is no other road he would rather go down on. ]
( in the end, matt will do what he wants to, what he thinks is right. kieren knows this. they are both intensely stubborn men. he can only hope that maybe matt will recall his words one day. he lets his hands smooth soothing circles on matt's back and shoulders, quiet and gentle. )
Alright. But if you're going to keep that promise, you need to sleep. You can't fight if you aren't well rested, right?
( he's not budging on this. he knows matt probably hasn't slept for days. )
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( he's proud of the work matt's doing. proud of all the people he saves. but he just wishes that he didn't have to tear himself apart for it. that maybe he could try to be gentle again. like he is, with kieren. )
You're a martyr, Matt. And I'm worried that one day, you just...you won't come home. I'm scared.
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But he can set it aside when he goes out tonight, tomorrow, whenever he's needed, to make sure that what happens to Kieren won't happen to anyone else. He has to move forward, to keep on fighting because that's what he owes to the people of this city, to himself.
He leans forward to gently cup his face, pressing his forehead to his. Kieren needs him, and he has to be strong for the both of them. ] Don't be scared. [ He says quietly, thumb gently rubbing over Kieren's bottom lip, soft and full and so very tempting. ] I won't let anyone hurt you again. And I'll always come home to you.
[ He'll fight tooth and nail to come back to Kieren, to come back home. He refuses to be afraid; he knows what lies before him, the long, agonising painful road full of blood and death. But he takes it on anyway, because there is no other road he would rather go down on. ]
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Alright. But if you're going to keep that promise, you need to sleep. You can't fight if you aren't well rested, right?
( he's not budging on this. he knows matt probably hasn't slept for days. )
Sleep.