[ There's a lot to unpack here, so let's just throw out the whole suitcase instead.
Or- no. No matter how well Shinji hides it, or how loud he shouts, his actions don't match what he's saying in the slightest. Angry, but scared. Distant, but concerned. They'd laugh at how familiar it is if the mood wasn't so tense, or if it wasn't, y'know, because they nearly died like an idiot. (God, they're not looking forward to Will finding out.)
Honestly, it reminds them of a stray cat backed into a corner, hissing to keep strangers away.
"You're goddamn lucky you're still alive" - oh, they know, but it's never actually luck, is it. It's always something else, someone else suffering in their place to keep them safe. But that's not his fault. He doesn't know. He's not to blame for the fact that this just keeps happening to them forever, apparently, with a different fancy hat attached each time to change it up. ]
But you don't know me either, and that says all it needs to by itself - because it wasn't luck that stopped me from falling. You could have walked away.
[ But whatever rant they normally would have launched into is cut off preemptively as the last comment sinks in, their confused-but-defiant expression crumpling at the mention of Will. It's a direct hit on something they already feel horribly guilty about, whether he intended that or not. ]
...That's... I'm sorry. Putting that burden on you was uncalled for.
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[ There's a lot to unpack here, so let's just throw out the whole suitcase instead.
Or- no. No matter how well Shinji hides it, or how loud he shouts, his actions don't match what he's saying in the slightest. Angry, but scared. Distant, but concerned. They'd laugh at how familiar it is if the mood wasn't so tense, or if it wasn't, y'know, because they nearly died like an idiot. (God, they're not looking forward to Will finding out.)
Honestly, it reminds them of a stray cat backed into a corner, hissing to keep strangers away.
"You're goddamn lucky you're still alive" - oh, they know, but it's never actually luck, is it. It's always something else, someone else suffering in their place to keep them safe. But that's not his fault. He doesn't know. He's not to blame for the fact that this just keeps happening to them forever, apparently, with a different fancy hat attached each time to change it up. ]
But you don't know me either, and that says all it needs to by itself - because it wasn't luck that stopped me from falling. You could have walked away.
[ But whatever rant they normally would have launched into is cut off preemptively as the last comment sinks in, their confused-but-defiant expression crumpling at the mention of Will. It's a direct hit on something they already feel horribly guilty about, whether he intended that or not. ]
...That's... I'm sorry. Putting that burden on you was uncalled for.