#oh soft...

       “it’s not as bad as you think it is.”  tegan winces as salome presses the alcohol pad to their knuckles.  “i just do stupid things sometimes.”  sometimes?  more like all times.  they’re trying to be better about it, won’t take out their anger on innocent people.  instead, they’ll internalize it, let it boil until they can’t handle it anymore.  the brick wall they hit took a lot from them, but they’re glad they didn’t punch a hole in it or anything.  that would have been hard to explain.

“---but i do have someone like you taking care of me, so that makes it hurt a little less.”  a smile, quick as can be.  ah, seems as if they’re softening.  “i mean, it still hurts like a bitch, but you’re a good distraction.”