[Getting shot in the gut didn't hurt this bad. He didn't curl over himself like this, as though some gaping wound had opened up and he could make it go away if he just pushed back against it. Great, heaving sobs come from his chest but there's almost no sound.
Chloe's arms go around him and his hands come up on her shoulders, gripping tightly, almost painfully so. For a moment, it's as though he's caught between shoving her away and shaking her, condemning her for being there when he wasn't, for not saving her—and then they slip away and off her.
He doesn't hug Chloe back, but he doesn't reject the embrace. He just exists there, rocking on the floor, left with nothing but the knowledge that his worst fear has come true, and she's left him alone.]
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Chloe's arms go around him and his hands come up on her shoulders, gripping tightly, almost painfully so. For a moment, it's as though he's caught between shoving her away and shaking her, condemning her for being there when he wasn't, for not saving her—and then they slip away and off her.
He doesn't hug Chloe back, but he doesn't reject the embrace. He just exists there, rocking on the floor, left with nothing but the knowledge that his worst fear has come true, and she's left him alone.]