At the faint sound of crying from the room he was about to pass, Ren stopped dead. Who was that? A handful of thoughts flashed through his mind as he considered whether or not he should investigate, but in the end he had decided to quietly enter the room. Seeing Oscar, looking oh so small, curled up in on himself in the semi-darkened room, made Ren’s heart pang. He furrowed his brow when the boy looked up at him, and gave a soft sigh in response to the given question.
Sitting down carefully in front of Oscar, Ren placed his hands in his own lap, folded lightly over one another. Despite being somewhat unsure of what to say, the huntsman tried his best.
“You aren’t a burden to this team. In fact, you’ve shown time and time again that you are capable of taking care of yourself, and you have shown much bravery in handling this life the way you have. Ultimately you have been an asset to this team.”
Oscar sniffled again, and wiped at the tears in his eyes. He just sat and thought about what Ren said for a moment. He didn’t feel like he proven himself. They were all so much better than him. There was a part of him, the logical part, that whispered that he was being too hard on himself, he was new to this after all. But anxiety never worked well with logic.
Oscar turned to the older male next to him and asked, “But what if I can’t keep up with you and the others? And people expect me to know what to do because I’m supposed to have Oz with me, but now he’s gone and I feel like I’m useless and I don’t even belong here and I’m trying so hard but it feels like I’m falling short every time and Ruby keeps having to save me from grimm and- and- and... I’m not what everyone needs, or what they wanted, and im just gonna disappear soon enough so why bother?”
Tears were running down his face again, but after getting his thoughts out, his breathing started to calm somewhat. There was also a rising embarrassment of having thrown that all at the stoic male.
A moment later he spoke from behind his hand which covered his face, “I’m sorry for throwing this at you, I probably just made it worse.”
He realized that his anxiety had lasted so long that he wore himself out after that outburst. it hasn’t gone away, he just couldn’t muster the energy to panic anymore. He wanted to sleep.
“Sorry,” He slurred again, as he leaned against the wall.
