#thaneuerebor

[notringwinner]

                                        𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝑜𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓅𝓎 𝓂𝓎  𝕋  ℍ  ℝ  𝕆  ℕ  𝔼                                         𝓰𝓲𝓿𝒆 𝓶𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆  ℂ  ℝ  𝕆  𝕎  ℕ  𝓘 𝓸𝔀𝓷 

                                     𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝕋  𝕆  𝕃  𝔻  𝕄  𝔼  𝒽𝑜𝓌                                                       𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽  𝕄 𝔼  𝓷𝓸𝔀

                                     ⁽ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉʳˡʸ ᶜˡᵉᵛᵉʳᶤᶰᵈᵉᵉᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵃᶰᵉᵘᵉʳᵉᵇᵒʳ ⁾

[notringwinner]

A hug is returned and it takes a strength used for years to withhold from a sob to break past lips. Instead a lean is then given and door is shut, allowing for the taller to be led without qualm towards the plush comfort of a sofa. ❝ Its been shit in a storm to be frank. I'm not certain I have - have the energy to speak about it. All that's been going through my head is that day. ❞ Memory gone, unsure if he's even mentioned much about the day his family had died, but that was not what mattered.

     ❝ I think it would be good for you. But you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. ❞ 

     Beckett isn’t, after all, an expert on trauma. But he can do his best to comfort his friend as he can, which the smaller man offers by rubbing thumb against cheek to attempt to wipe away the redness there. Seated upon the couch he slings a companionable arm around the other, scooting backward to allow him to lie down as he wished. He was no stranger to placing his own head in Thorin’s lap when in need of comfort, after all, and whatever soothed him the most Beck would be all too willing to give. ❝ Just tell me what you want to do. ❞ 

[notringwinner]

[ Casanova;; ] If you say it will then I am certain it will. I'm sorry for my incompetence with these things.

                ✉  Princey 9:03 PM, sent                      You’re not incompetent. Open the door. 

[notringwinner]

[ Casanova;; ] No I don't think I have. Just feel like I have in so many ways. Are you almost here? Don't judge me if I can't hold back emotions alright?

                 ✉  Princey 8:55 PM, sent                       Almost. You know I won’t judge you. It’s gonna be just fine. Promise.

[notringwinner]

[ Casanova;; ] Is it? I'm sick of it. Why is it these things happen? I wasn't ready then and I'm sure as hell not ready now. Have I gotten as weak as my grandfather?

                ✉  Princey 8:37 PM, sent                     Sorry, I wish I had an answer to that.  

                ✉  Princey 8:39 PM, sent                     And I don’t personally think so. But that’s on you. Do /you/ believe you have?    

[notringwinner]

[ Casanova;; ] I'm ready. I think so. If you are willing I'll be open about it. I've just been so withdrawn from so long. God - I hate this feeling so much, Beck. It's killing me right now.

                 ✉  Princey 8:21 PM, sent                       I always am, for you. As much as I can be while driving, at any rate. 

                 ✉  Princey 8:34 PM, sent                       Hey, you’re strong. You’ve got this. It’s okay to let it out and feel the pain.

[notringwinner]

[ Casanova;; ] It's been long enough where I feel like this shouldn't be so hard. And I've never spoken about it. To anyone. I lost so much of what made me happy that day.

                 ✉  Princey 8:21 PM, sent                       It’s always hard to think about what we’ve lost. Especially if it’s close                       to us. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of that. I understand if you’re not ready.

[notringwinner]

[ Casanova;; ] It's the anniversary. Of the accident. Wanted some alone time but can't do it.

                 ✉  Princey 8:07 PM, sent                       Is it? Bloody hell. Just – look, just, text me all about it. I’m getting there                       as fast as I can.  

                 ✉  Princey 8:12 PM, sent                       I hate london traffic. It’s going to be okay.