Alex couldn't look at Michael's hand, he just couldn't. It was his fault. And even if there was some argument that Michael could come up with - and he probably could - for how it wasn't Alex's fault, what he couldn't argue was that Alex had just stood there watching in horror. He hadn't tried to grab his father's hand, hadn't even moved a step in his direction.
He was silent for a little while, just shaking his head and burying his face in the crook of Michael's neck.
Eventually, he whispered soft words against Michael's skin. If he pretended hard enough, he could pretend that he wasn't saying anything.
"I'm scared of all it. Him finding out. Him hurting you again. Just...him."
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Date: 2019-05-14 08:15 am (UTC)He was silent for a little while, just shaking his head and burying his face in the crook of Michael's neck.
Eventually, he whispered soft words against Michael's skin. If he pretended hard enough, he could pretend that he wasn't saying anything.
"I'm scared of all it. Him finding out. Him hurting you again. Just...him."