@whumpril Day 9: Self-Doubt
“I’m sure you did everything you could.”
Silver Shepherd couldn’t help but hiss and not just because of the sting as the King dabbed disinfectant on his gashed knuckles. “Of course I did. I always do,” he grit out. “But that doesn’t change the fact that they still got away. My…My everything still wasn’t enough. This gang’s been running rampant through the city for weeks, everybody’s so scared, they’re all looking to me to do something about it and I’m not enough!”
Nearly imperceptible under his cloak and furs, the King’s shoulders slumped in concern. “Shepherd, you’re only human.”
“Superhuman.”
“But if that isn’t enough, know you have friends and allies to lean on—like Jackieboy Man, like me.” He pried the nearest roll of bandages open with only slight difficulty and smudging of peanut butter. “We’re here to help however we can.”
Shepherd’s hands shook as he clenched them.








