Fury had grown overall taller and the chub on his cheeks were mostly gone, but those red eyes were exactly the same as before - Large, intense, and beautiful. The guy was angry, yes, but Ted felt what was almost a jolt of happiness, being so close to him.
When he was let go, his brain struggled to remind him of the situation they were in. Fury was leaving. He didn’t have the time to think - his body reacted for him, sending both arms towards his old friend
(-You don’t get to call him that anymore.)
sending both arms towards Fury, wrapping them around him to keep the man from escaping. They then pull him back to Ted, who held his breath as he experienced the most physical contact he ever had in years.
(What is there to say? Forgiveness will not come easy.)
“Don’t… please… I can’t-”
(Maybe it won’t come at all. One must be deserving of it to receive it.)
All too soon, the scenario was repeating itself. That night at the club in which the two had blindly tried to kill each other had resulted in a situation much like this one, except this time, Fury’s wounds were purely internal. Feeling those arms around him made him yelp, and he nearly elbowed Ted before he felt himself be dragged back.
Now, in the biker’s arms, he felt his whole body burn and ache. A sob rose in his throat, but he held it in, biting his lip extra hard as tears began to roll down his cheeks. He felt pathetic.
Blinking them away, he found the will to speak.
“You can’t keep doing this.”
If he wanted to be a part of Fury’s life, he couldn’t just walk away from him, especially not for two years.
“I can’t keep doing this.”
Pushing Ted away softly, he tried to break free.
“I’ve reached my limit, Ted. I haven’t moved on after two years. What’ll happen to me the next time this happens?”
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