[He laughs weakly at Break’s terrible, terrible lie and leans on his shoulder with a sigh. He is exhausted, and, jokes aside, caring about someone he was supposed to hurt was exactly how he ended up broken like this.
His defenses are low enough that he finds himself pressing his lips to Break’s forehead, his warm fingertips caressing his cheek.]
I wish you had a better angel than me.
[That is not quite right. He wishes he could have been that angel too. And that is not the first time. He has been so lonely, but he doesn't feel as lonely when Break is with him.]
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His defenses are low enough that he finds himself pressing his lips to Break’s forehead, his warm fingertips caressing his cheek.]
I wish you had a better angel than me.
[That is not quite right. He wishes he could have been that angel too. And that is not the first time. He has been so lonely, but he doesn't feel as lonely when Break is with him.]