( More than anything, he hates it when Brad is right.
Brad meets his eyes, and the connection holds - before Nero, as always, breaks it, always a little too faltering to hold his own in the face of Brad's relentless conviction, his sweltering affection. He could never be like him, no matter how much he wanted to. He could only ever be as little as he is.
And yet, Brad still wanted him. Why? Why? )
... It's weird...
( He can't help it; on instinct, his cheek comes to rest against Bradley's palm, closing his eyes. )
... I wanted so bad to get away, but I didn't feel like I was livin'. I couldn't stand seein' you all ripped up, but bein' out on my own...
( It was all right. It wasn't all bad. But he felt like a husk. An overbearing depression that made his mind a swamp; made it hard to think of the here and now, even on the best of days. Little things reminded him of Brad, and the gang. His thoughts would wander and he'd recall the past. He liked the shops he opened up, and he liked the people he met, the sort of stuff he got to do that he wouldn't have gotten to if he'd never gone out on his own.
But, still. Even then. )
... I didn'... feel like I had the right to miss you.
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( More than anything, he hates it when Brad is right.
Brad meets his eyes, and the connection holds - before Nero, as always, breaks it, always a little too faltering to hold his own in the face of Brad's relentless conviction, his sweltering affection. He could never be like him, no matter how much he wanted to. He could only ever be as little as he is.
And yet, Brad still wanted him. Why? Why? )
... It's weird...
( He can't help it; on instinct, his cheek comes to rest against Bradley's palm, closing his eyes. )
... I wanted so bad to get away, but I didn't feel like I was livin'. I couldn't stand seein' you all ripped up, but bein' out on my own...
( It was all right. It wasn't all bad. But he felt like a husk. An overbearing depression that made his mind a swamp; made it hard to think of the here and now, even on the best of days. Little things reminded him of Brad, and the gang. His thoughts would wander and he'd recall the past. He liked the shops he opened up, and he liked the people he met, the sort of stuff he got to do that he wouldn't have gotten to if he'd never gone out on his own.
But, still. Even then. )
... I didn'... feel like I had the right to miss you.