[He doesn't cry. His throat gets tight and his eyes get that stupid hot feeling, and when he tries, again, to tell her to leave, it comes out thick. More like gerowf, and his shoulders hunch up--
But he doesn't cry. His fingers grip at her hand, sticky with his own blood. The ache of it spreads up his hand, his arm, and, miserably, he laughs.]
This is what I did. Before. When Remus--
[Merlin. He shuts his eyes. It feels like he's trying to breathe around something sharp in his chest.]
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But he doesn't cry. His fingers grip at her hand, sticky with his own blood. The ache of it spreads up his hand, his arm, and, miserably, he laughs.]
This is what I did. Before. When Remus--
[Merlin. He shuts his eyes. It feels like he's trying to breathe around something sharp in his chest.]
I hate this place. I hate this fucking place.