[ Misery passed on from parent to child, a horrible chain of neglect and abuse. The only peace Algric’s mother finds comes from acting out against that horrible face, to make the person who looks like the person who hurt her suffer.
Algric clings harder, trying to swallow his tears. Jon loves him. Jon loves him. Jon will not stop loving him, not for a while, at least. That’s - enough. ]
You - you couldn’t have realised. And I wouldn’t have told you. I - sometimes I wonder if it’s part of why I fell for you? N-not because it’s right, just ... just because if you were nasty, and she was nasty, a-and you turned out to love me in the end, then ... maybe ... she could ...
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Date: 2020-09-18 02:28 am (UTC)Algric clings harder, trying to swallow his tears. Jon loves him. Jon loves him. Jon will not stop loving him, not for a while, at least. That’s - enough. ]
You - you couldn’t have realised. And I wouldn’t have told you. I - sometimes I wonder if it’s part of why I fell for you? N-not because it’s right, just ... just because if you were nasty, and she was nasty, a-and you turned out to love me in the end, then ... maybe ... she could ...