[... yeah, that's pretty much the ending he'd expected to this. It's disconcerting, knowing this was how they must have felt when--
"Please put the gun down, Oscar. Have you really turned into that much of a bootlicker for the top brass? Huh??"
He inhales sharply. It feels wrong to be the one comforting Percy now, yet at the same time he can't bring himself to move away, nor does he want to. Well, Oscar, this is just what you deserve, isn't it? Trying to comfort someone with those stained hands of yours...
So he swallows down the sick feeling in his stomach and just keeps rubbing, gentle and soothing. It's the very least he can do.]
Deep breaths, in and out. Try to focus on my voice.
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"Please put the gun down, Oscar. Have you really turned into that much of a bootlicker for the top brass? Huh??"
He inhales sharply. It feels wrong to be the one comforting Percy now, yet at the same time he can't bring himself to move away, nor does he want to. Well, Oscar, this is just what you deserve, isn't it? Trying to comfort someone with those stained hands of yours...
So he swallows down the sick feeling in his stomach and just keeps rubbing, gentle and soothing. It's the very least he can do.]
Deep breaths, in and out. Try to focus on my voice.