Mar 13, 2013
Bart blinks, stares, something cracking in his eyes. He shies away like he should have done long ago, gaze dropping to the ground. "I'm sorry," he whimpers, a short, pathetic noise. He's barely worthy of being called Bart Allen at this point, just some shattered /thing/ wearing his face. Thad's words cut him, but he feels so paper thin lately it goes straight to the heart of him. "I'm sorry. I tried to stop. Pleasedon'tbemad. I'm sorry.."
Thad feels odd; something twisting in his gut. It’s digging into his side, spreading up to his head and making it go a bit fuzzy. Now Bart’s apologizing to him? He shakes his head.
“I’m…” Is he angry? Yes. Of course he is. But Bart. The way he’s acting. “Stop that.”
