#grimmdcath

Kelly spun lazily on his heel at the loss, squinting down as he found his smiling thief and the evidence in hand. He made no move to take it back, simply scowling around a smile with a level of exasperation that had become par for the course when it came to Damien. “What you doin’, damn nuisance.”

Kelly ignored the pang his chest gave seeing Damien crumble so easy with so few words, but his expression remained forcibly stony.This was all the confirmation he needed to believe this was the right thing to do, seeing how twisted up within each other they’d become over the months and all somehow without his notice. Somehow they’d become dependent. 

“I think I do,” Kelly said sharply, if only to stop Damien before he said too much, before he had a chance to convince him to turn around and change his mind. The more Damien protested the harder it felt and the more that dark urge in him reared up, wanting to push back if only to make the break clean and immutable. “Just stop, would you. Don’t make this hard. Can’t we be adults about this?”

Kelly’s eyes closed against the gentle pull through his hair, sinking into the feeling with a familiar ease. A smile twitched at Damien’s comment. 

“Watch it,” he muttered, leaning back to crack a playful eye, shooting a warning glare with just a little too much amusement to be taken all too seriously. “You lookin’ for an ass kickin’, that it?”

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Those words twisted sharp in Kelly’s gut, riling up something acrid and ugly that only wanted to hurt like it hurt. To expose something in Damien as raw as what he’d dragged out from up inside him and lain out in the dirt with that one small, insignificant insight. It was an impulse more borne of fear than anger, but regardless, it would do the same job.

“Maybe you just don’t know when to let go.” Kelly’s mouth was a thin steely line, tight and determined.