[ oh. oh that-- fuck. Sage curls his fingers around the mug as Myung hands it back, heart in his throat as the other leans in so easily and shitshitshit he is such a fucking asshole sometimes. doesn't deserve this kind of kindness, this softness from all these people.
when he speaks his voice is thick, but he tries to ignore it.]
Bruce-- Bruce Lee, huh? I hope he's there too. [ breathe, Sage, breathe, in and out. it's easy. you can do it.
there is a rattling breath as the witch closes his eyes, tries to forget about the horrified look on Minsu's face as he threw words at him, tries to focus on the taste of the coffee bitter and hot on his tongue, the warmth of Myung next to him and--
fuck, he really doesn't want to fight. fuck. fuck.
with a shaky exhale, Sage closes his eyes and leans heavily on the counter. ]
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when he speaks his voice is thick, but he tries to ignore it.]
Bruce-- Bruce Lee, huh? I hope he's there too. [ breathe, Sage, breathe, in and out. it's easy. you can do it.
there is a rattling breath as the witch closes his eyes, tries to forget about the horrified look on Minsu's face as he threw words at him, tries to focus on the taste of the coffee bitter and hot on his tongue, the warmth of Myung next to him and--
fuck, he really doesn't want to fight. fuck. fuck.
with a shaky exhale, Sage closes his eyes and leans heavily on the counter. ]
Shit. Fuck. I don't-- fuck. I fucked up, Myung.