“ i just want to help. “ / @mcrkipliertv
“FUCK, SAMMIE, YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T.”
he’s been careful until now. despite how .... god awful he felt, waldo was doing his very best to keep a lid on it. no screaming, no swearing, nothing to make sammie feel overloaded or stressed. wiggles thought he was doing good, that keeping calm was in both of their best interest, but he-
it was another mistake on top of the one he’d already made- inviting sammie to spend the night. he knew he had his thing at night, he knew he sometimes woke up feeling like someone went through his head with a hand-mixer, and he’d been told he screamed, but no one had ever seen it. no one better for a first time than the one person he didn’t want to explain anything to, he supposed.
silence echoed around the closet-sized bathroom, and waldo pressed his forehead a bit harder against the toilet rim. above them, the train rattled on- every clatter and rumble sent stars flying behind his eyes. he just wanted this migraine to stop, maybe then he could think clearer....
“ .... you can’t,” waldo choked out, soft, pitiful. if he could’ve died right now, he would’ve- even if he could’ve seen past his tears, he didn’t think he could look sam in the eye. “i’m- jeez, sammie, i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to yell, that ain’t fair of me... “