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[Action] cw: mentions of abuse

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky usually let shit roll off his back like water off a duck's feathers. He was good at that. He'd perfected it over the years he'd been in Henrietta, mostly. Jersey hadn't been as bad, comparatively. But today, he was shaking. He knew, logically, that there was absolutely no way for anyone to know about his trauma, the things he'd been through, the way he would launch from zero to a hundred at the mere mention of a specific word. He hadn't thought it would have that effect on him, either. It was coincidence, but that didn't mean his rage wasn't still nearly incandescent.

You one of those freaks I've heard about?

He wanted to put his fist through the wall, but then he'd have to worry about patching drywall (or hanging a picture over the damage) and somehow he didn't think Blue would appreciate it if he hurt himself by punching buildings. Breaking both the guy's legs would be cathartic, but...again, he didn't think Blue would appreciate him enacting that level of violence on someone. Everything came back to Blue right now--because if it wasn't Blue, he'd be thinking about his father, the sneers, the slurs, the insults, the day he'd aimed a gun at Kavinsky.]

Blue? Babe?

[Even his voice sounded off, as he went from room to room looking for her. When he finally found her, he sighed, exhausted and weary, and went over to cup her face in his shaky hands. He wanted to kiss her, now more and ever, but he knew he couldn't, so he pressed his face into her hair, instead, taking a few deep breaths.]

I need you to hold onto my knife for me for a while, okay? If I take it with me right now, I just might commit a fucking murder.