Harper
Anything beautiful, people want to break
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
Her quiet is...disarming.
Harper doesn't really know what to do with it. He hasn't been angry in front of her, never, and part of him had quailed immediately in cold fear at having been angry enough to cause damage to anything in their vicinity. She only knows the vaguest information of the blood on his hands, the things he was forced to do, but even this could be enough to make someone scared and -
He jumps, startled, as she touches his shoulders. He'd been too stuck in his head to hear her moving, but he wilts underneath her palms, head in his hands and fingers curling into his hair to press the heels of his palms into his eyes to quell the stinging there. "I...I don't know," he answers pitifully. For all that outburst, all that hurt and abandonment, it hadn't shown him any clearer of a path. Just that he wanted to choose it on his own. "I want...to go to bed." Baby steps. He couldn't think of the future in his inebriated state even if he wanted to sit down and plan. "And I don't want to be alone. Will you stay? Until I'm asleep?" Just enough to feel another body at his back, even if she will have to go back to Jude eventually. He can handle waking up alone another morning, but tonight this is what he wants. The first, small, selfish thing he has allowed himself to ask for.
Harper doesn't really know what to do with it. He hasn't been angry in front of her, never, and part of him had quailed immediately in cold fear at having been angry enough to cause damage to anything in their vicinity. She only knows the vaguest information of the blood on his hands, the things he was forced to do, but even this could be enough to make someone scared and -
He jumps, startled, as she touches his shoulders. He'd been too stuck in his head to hear her moving, but he wilts underneath her palms, head in his hands and fingers curling into his hair to press the heels of his palms into his eyes to quell the stinging there. "I...I don't know," he answers pitifully. For all that outburst, all that hurt and abandonment, it hadn't shown him any clearer of a path. Just that he wanted to choose it on his own. "I want...to go to bed." Baby steps. He couldn't think of the future in his inebriated state even if he wanted to sit down and plan. "And I don't want to be alone. Will you stay? Until I'm asleep?" Just enough to feel another body at his back, even if she will have to go back to Jude eventually. He can handle waking up alone another morning, but tonight this is what he wants. The first, small, selfish thing he has allowed himself to ask for.
But I would love you in any form you take
