“N-No, NO-- You-- You’ve GOTTA BELIEVE ME, I-I didn’t--” And suddenly he’s HYPERVENTILATING, freckled face far beyond PALE as his teeth begin to CHATTER, gloved hands TREMBLING. Fingers reach up to grasp TIGHTLY at dark hair, eyes shutting TIGHTLY closed as he presses his back to the wall, sliding down into a CRUMPLED HEAP on the floor. Varian can’t even bring himself to LOOK at Eugene; EVERYTHING IS TOO MUCH at the moment, and the boy just wants to SHUT THE WORLD OUT. “Eu-- Eugene, I... I SWEAR--”
He knows his FACADE is cracking, but he simply doesn’t CARE. It was TOO DIFFICULT to keep up anyway. “IT WASN’T ME. THIS ISN’T MY FAULT.” | @nosewronged bc ??? reasons








