[John strokes her hair as she cries into him. Awkwardly, at first, because he's just as scared comforting Chyler as she is being comforted, but then more easily. His shirt soaked with her tears, her every sob vibrating through his bones, penetrating, it's almost like John's crying with her.
He wants to, and could, if he didn't have decades of experience in holding himself back. His eyes burn, his chest tight with that all too familiar feeling of the kind of emotion that threatens to swallow and choke, but Chyler is already in pieces, and for her sake, John keeps himself together, trying his damnedest to be the man she needs him to be.
He brushes her tears away with a callused thumb and smiles down at her, tired, frayed at the edges, but no less there.]
You don't have to be sorry for anything, okay? You did your best. Sometimes, that's all anyone can do. Life isn't always fair. All that matters is you're here now, and you remember them.
That kid whose tags you're holding, he can rest because you made it out. His sacrifice wasn't in vain.
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Date: 2018-03-20 01:50 am (UTC)He wants to, and could, if he didn't have decades of experience in holding himself back. His eyes burn, his chest tight with that all too familiar feeling of the kind of emotion that threatens to swallow and choke, but Chyler is already in pieces, and for her sake, John keeps himself together, trying his damnedest to be the man she needs him to be.
He brushes her tears away with a callused thumb and smiles down at her, tired, frayed at the edges, but no less there.]
You don't have to be sorry for anything, okay? You did your best. Sometimes, that's all anyone can do. Life isn't always fair. All that matters is you're here now, and you remember them.
That kid whose tags you're holding, he can rest because you made it out. His sacrifice wasn't in vain.