[ He's doubling over, the breath knocked out of him entirely as his knees crumple beneath him and his palms find the floor.
He doesn't know what to say, Jessie. What the hell do you want him to say? That all of that's not true? That he can't possibly make mistakes -- he's made plenty, he's apologized for them because it would have been a shit thing to do, not say sorry when he really was sorry ( for falling short, for misunderstanding, for being a kid flung into the world of grown-ups, for being too slow, too fragile, too human even. )
He's trying to catch his breath, his stomach sucked in as he shakily pushes up from the floor to stand again because it's fall ten times get up even once and that should be good enough for once.
One hand coming out to brace fingers on the wall. He's going to get up. He's going to stand and take this and not whimper at your feet. ]
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He doesn't know what to say, Jessie. What the hell do you want him to say? That all of that's not true? That he can't possibly make mistakes -- he's made plenty, he's apologized for them because it would have been a shit thing to do, not say sorry when he really was sorry ( for falling short, for misunderstanding, for being a kid flung into the world of grown-ups, for being too slow, too fragile, too human even. )
He's trying to catch his breath, his stomach sucked in as he shakily pushes up from the floor to stand again because it's fall ten times get up even once and that should be good enough for once.
One hand coming out to brace fingers on the wall. He's going to get up. He's going to stand and take this and not whimper at your feet. ]