"Shit," and it was harsh and broken when he actually spoke a few minutes later, watching his old friend for a long moment. He couldn't even put together how it would have been, how much would it have taken for him to actually break? How long had it taken Edward? How much could one person take before they crashed and burned, and gave everything just for it to stop? He wouldn't be able to ever say that Edward wasn't strong.
"And you're telling me," he broached, finally breaking eye contact to look down at the gun, and then he slid it into the back of his waistband, emotions finally weighing out over the cold logic, long enough for him to make the decision.
"You--" he paused, shaking his head. No, not yet. He wouldn't ask him what he wanted yet.
"But you're telling me this. You're telling me, which means that something's changed," he paused, under the intensity, the moment, it could snap at any time. "Are you alright? Will you be alright?"
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"And you're telling me," he broached, finally breaking eye contact to look down at the gun, and then he slid it into the back of his waistband, emotions finally weighing out over the cold logic, long enough for him to make the decision.
"You--" he paused, shaking his head. No, not yet. He wouldn't ask him what he wanted yet.
"But you're telling me this. You're telling me, which means that something's changed," he paused, under the intensity, the moment, it could snap at any time. "Are you alright? Will you be alright?"