[ what andyr'd been the night they'd dragged him out of the club was scared, helpless, and distressed. what that all comes out to, is the same thing any conflicting emotion comes out to with andyr prince - anger. it takes time for him to come to a place where he feels like he can experience these things, without risk of... he's not really sure anymore. he's been this way for so long, and the way he'd kept it up was 'don't think on the whys of it, just do it'. somewhere, andyr knows, this is self-preservation. whether or not it's still necessary, here, seems irrelevant.
he watches jesse seethe now, and andyr thinks it must be the same for him. something's broken, irreparably, and you have more control telling yourself you'd done it on purpose than struggling under the weight of having been defeated. andyr doesn't think along the same lines jesse does, though. or daisy does, or ronan does, or adam does. ]
I don't care if you're a good guy or a bad guy. [ andyr tells him simply, and it's the truth. he couldn't give a flying fuck what category jesse thinks he falls into, or anyone else places him in, or what his actions designate him as. andyr has blood soaked into his skin, from innocent and deserving, and questioning where that places his soul on the scale of damnation is another concept he'd abandoned when he'd become what he is now. semantics. ]
You're Jesse.
[ and what andyr knows is jesse is good to him. he isn't asking more than that from him, or anyone, here, and never has. thankfully, they either haven't done the same to him, or have yet to realize they have a mass murderer under their roof and in their beds. ]
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he watches jesse seethe now, and andyr thinks it must be the same for him. something's broken, irreparably, and you have more control telling yourself you'd done it on purpose than struggling under the weight of having been defeated. andyr doesn't think along the same lines jesse does, though. or daisy does, or ronan does, or adam does. ]
I don't care if you're a good guy or a bad guy. [ andyr tells him simply, and it's the truth. he couldn't give a flying fuck what category jesse thinks he falls into, or anyone else places him in, or what his actions designate him as. andyr has blood soaked into his skin, from innocent and deserving, and questioning where that places his soul on the scale of damnation is another concept he'd abandoned when he'd become what he is now. semantics. ]
You're Jesse.
[ and what andyr knows is jesse is good to him. he isn't asking more than that from him, or anyone, here, and never has. thankfully, they either haven't done the same to him, or have yet to realize they have a mass murderer under their roof and in their beds. ]