[ The thing is they don't get breaks, and they don't get off days, and they don't get to pretend. Even when the rest of the island is cheering, laughing, dancing into the night. They know the exact count of the sticks and stones, bricks and bones, and pools of blood all this world is precariously balanced on. Networks of words, and threats, and lies, and half-promise threaded with fear, more fragile than spider silk.
It means they don't get to fall apart, and they don't get to leave each other alone when they start falling apart anyway. Because they're all human, for as much as that word means what it doesn't (because some of them aren't). They're all fallible. They all break, too. Even five people isn't enough to truly carry the weight of an entire world.
Especially when one of them keeps taking far more on himself than he should. ]
Yeah, it is.
It is the time, until you stop being a dick.
[ That's Allison at the door, looking at the vast destruction of the room, and Josh curled into a wall, maybe the only one who wouldn't try to defuse Josh with soft words, with the promise things are fine, will be fine. That he needs to calm the fuck down and let someone hug him. Like that solves anything more for them either. She has two people for that, and on the worst nights, her worst nights, it doesn't make it better.
It just bleeds you drier on the nearness of what you have to lose even more. Sometimes it takes more than compassion to just get it out of your head again. ]
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It means they don't get to fall apart, and they don't get to leave each other alone when they start falling apart anyway. Because they're all human, for as much as that word means what it doesn't (because some of them aren't). They're all fallible. They all break, too. Even five people isn't enough to truly carry the weight of an entire world.
Especially when one of them keeps taking far more on himself than he should. ]
Yeah, it is.
It is the time, until you stop being a dick.
[ That's Allison at the door, looking at the vast destruction of the room, and Josh curled into a wall, maybe the only one who wouldn't try to defuse Josh with soft words, with the promise things are fine, will be fine. That he needs to calm the fuck down and let someone hug him. Like that solves anything more for them either. She has two people for that, and on the worst nights, her worst nights, it doesn't make it better.
It just bleeds you drier on the nearness of what you have to lose even more.
Sometimes it takes more than compassion to just get it out of your head again. ]