PBG/Shane (dubbed “PeanutKnows” from here on out thank you @space-blu): “It’s okay to cry...”
PBG wasn’t sure what to think when he heard something like the sound of sniffles coming from the clubroom. There wasn’t a meeting until tomorrow, no one was technically supposed to be in the room, but it wasn’t uncommon for some of the club to use the room for privacy, or a get away place. He wasn’t sure what to do. Obviously whoever was in there wanted privacy, but….
PBG was curious. Besides, he needed the duffel bag that had been left in the room. Cracking the door open, he steeled himself before walking in. He hadn’t been sure what to expect, but the sight in front of him had definitely not been on the top of the list of possibilities.
“Shane?”
“I… uh.. PBG! What are you doing here?” He turned away slightly, an effort to hide himself scrubbing frantically at his face. PBG frowned, moving a step closer.
“I left a duffel bag in here. What-” PBG shook his head, moving to reach out to Shane. “Nevermind that. Are you okay?”
“Shane, it’s okay to cry….” Shane seemed to deflate at the words, slumping down in his chair. PBG’s alarm made him reach out again, a comforting hand on Shane’s shoulder as his face crumpled, tears running down his face once again.
“I just…” His words were shaky, a gasping breath drawing it’s way from his throat. Shane pressed a hand to his mouth, PBG moving quickly to gather him into a hug, rubbing his back in what he hoped was a soothing manner.
“It’s okay, Shane.” Shane nodded slowly, allowing himself to be held.
