People will sugarcoat. They'll want someone to feel better, but a person has to know what they are dealing with in order to handle it best. Sonny has never believed in giving anything other than the truth, and the truth is they both have monsters inside of them. No, he could never be afraid of her, of it. Never. Sonny swallows thickly as he sees her blinking through the tears, and his hand slides further over the side of her face as his chest aches tightly with it, painfully with it.
He closes his eyes against the burning there, leaning into her touch as she wipes the tear from his face, and he is quick to wrap his arms tightly around her too, pulling her into a protective hug as he presses his face against her shoulder, breathing her in.
It smells like her. There were times when he'd-- he'd swear he smelled this scent of hers, and he was always wrong. Sonny wraps his arms around her, and his expression crumples as the tears flow more freely, reliving that grief tearing through his chest like something terrible. His fingers slide into her beautiful hair as his eyes burn.
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People will sugarcoat. They'll want someone to feel better, but a person has to know what they are dealing with in order to handle it best. Sonny has never believed in giving anything other than the truth, and the truth is they both have monsters inside of them. No, he could never be afraid of her, of it. Never. Sonny swallows thickly as he sees her blinking through the tears, and his hand slides further over the side of her face as his chest aches tightly with it, painfully with it.
He closes his eyes against the burning there, leaning into her touch as she wipes the tear from his face, and he is quick to wrap his arms tightly around her too, pulling her into a protective hug as he presses his face against her shoulder, breathing her in.
It smells like her. There were times when he'd-- he'd swear he smelled this scent of hers, and he was always wrong. Sonny wraps his arms around her, and his expression crumples as the tears flow more freely, reliving that grief tearing through his chest like something terrible. His fingers slide into her beautiful hair as his eyes burn.
"I am so fucking sorry."