[ of course he'd squeeze, of course he wouldn't break free or let go. falco's shirt was damp, but so was peter's curls. falco is unable to contain the rawness that touches him so easily, feels every sobbing jerk from the boy in his own rattling heart as if it were his. if he has stopped his motioning at any moment, it was because his own fingers has balled into fabric and frame to make sure there was no space lingering in between. if they shook, they shook together.
he's this little thing with a heart that's just too big, to which falco would say it could be bigger. there was a reason for so much giving— this was falco. this was his nature, this was who he was and who he'd always be. coupled with his own everlasting guilt, to have ever been forced to pick up a rifle twice his size, to pull triggers, to set off molotovs and grenades, to set loose a monster upon his home—
he forgives, because he knows what it's like to want forgiveness so badly and never seem to be up to par with its intimidating expectations. ]
I love you, too.
[ a whisper. a lining of light in this dark room, shivering but steadfast and golden to the truth it held. ]
you mean one good reason to kill owlie by heart splicing--
he's this little thing with a heart that's just too big, to which falco would say it could be bigger. there was a reason for so much giving— this was falco. this was his nature, this was who he was and who he'd always be. coupled with his own everlasting guilt, to have ever been forced to pick up a rifle twice his size, to pull triggers, to set off molotovs and grenades, to set loose a monster upon his home—
he forgives, because he knows what it's like to want forgiveness so badly and never seem to be up to par with its intimidating expectations. ]
I love you, too.
[ a whisper. a lining of light in this dark room, shivering but steadfast and golden to the truth it held. ]