At J's question, S huffs out a breath, one too soft and watery to be much of a laugh. Even so, it takes about every ounce of effort he has in him not to simply respond that he isn't wrong. That, too, he's pretty sure, would be yet another instance of him doing exactly the things he does that J hates. It still wouldn't be his place if it weren't for that. He doesn't get to tell J how he felt in that moment or what he was responding to. That his being alive didn't yet seem real to J is reasonable enough, too; the same was true for him in turn, and it was, he thinks, at least in part, the terrifying prospect of losing J all over again that made it start to sink in. For him, though, that line just doesn't exist. For him, the sight of him made J want to die again, making an already painful situation even worse. That they've gone this long without talking about it has only convinced him of it all the more. However much has changed, if anything had changed in that regard, he would have thought it would come up before now, and on purpose, not because he unwittingly, stupidly dragged them into it.
"It's what it felt like," he points out, his voice lowering a little further, tears still falling, though at least he's quiet about it now, not unable to get a breath in like a few moments ago. This seems fair enough, he thinks, the only rebuttal he can give that wouldn't be overstepping or making decisions for J. For him, they're the same thing, and he doesn't know how else to explain it. The only other thing that crosses his mind would be to ask J how he would have felt if their positions had been reversed, and the very idea of that makes him uncomfortable. It would be too cruel, too accusatory, when it isn't as if he can fault J for his reaction at all. He gets it, at least as much as it's possible to without having dealt with everything that J has. It's just a painful thing to have been on the receiving end of.
"For me," he adds, wanting at least to be clear about that. "It's how it felt. And..." Trailing off, he sniffles. More than anything, he would like to go back to fifteen minutes ago or however long it was that they were just sitting here contentedly making plans rather than revisiting one of the most upsetting moments they've shared. As usual, though, he's gone and fucked this up, leaving him with little to do but try to say what he means without making it worse. "A lot has changed. But that hasn't. You still can't..."
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"It's what it felt like," he points out, his voice lowering a little further, tears still falling, though at least he's quiet about it now, not unable to get a breath in like a few moments ago. This seems fair enough, he thinks, the only rebuttal he can give that wouldn't be overstepping or making decisions for J. For him, they're the same thing, and he doesn't know how else to explain it. The only other thing that crosses his mind would be to ask J how he would have felt if their positions had been reversed, and the very idea of that makes him uncomfortable. It would be too cruel, too accusatory, when it isn't as if he can fault J for his reaction at all. He gets it, at least as much as it's possible to without having dealt with everything that J has. It's just a painful thing to have been on the receiving end of.
"For me," he adds, wanting at least to be clear about that. "It's how it felt. And..." Trailing off, he sniffles. More than anything, he would like to go back to fifteen minutes ago or however long it was that they were just sitting here contentedly making plans rather than revisiting one of the most upsetting moments they've shared. As usual, though, he's gone and fucked this up, leaving him with little to do but try to say what he means without making it worse. "A lot has changed. But that hasn't. You still can't..."