That stops him short. It couldn't be further from the truth. Nothing is alright - there's a reason he's coming apart at the seams-
"No it's not," he manages, voice rough. "I shot Connie. I-" He doesn't know why he's telling Chief. He doesn't know how to stop. "I shot Pidge-"
His voice breaks and takes the last of his restraint with it. Saying it out loud makes it real, just as real as the moment he'd pulled the trigger, and reality is too much right now. He tries, in the space of one breath and then another, to regain some form of control.
He fails completely.
The sobs begin anew, tearing their way out of his throat loud and rough and nearly screaming, because the grief has to come out somehow and this is the only way he knows.
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That stops him short. It couldn't be further from the truth. Nothing is alright - there's a reason he's coming apart at the seams-
"No it's not," he manages, voice rough. "I shot Connie. I-" He doesn't know why he's telling Chief. He doesn't know how to stop. "I shot Pidge-"
His voice breaks and takes the last of his restraint with it. Saying it out loud makes it real, just as real as the moment he'd pulled the trigger, and reality is too much right now. He tries, in the space of one breath and then another, to regain some form of control.
He fails completely.
The sobs begin anew, tearing their way out of his throat loud and rough and nearly screaming, because the grief has to come out somehow and this is the only way he knows.