[ In the end, it's the gentleness that undoes him. The fact that Ivor doesn't once flinch away from Cae in spite of the horror that he is. The lump in his throat that he thought was words he didn't dare say dissolves and reveals itself to be tears after all. They don't come until he's under the spray, quietly at first but soon enough coming with enough force to make Cae's already underway breathing hitch.
He feels like he's falling apart.
The water washes down the drain rust red, carving paths across his skin as it slowly erases the evidence of what he's done. ]
I'm sorry. [ His voice sounds as raw as his nerves feel, but for now the urge to fall down gibbering has passed. ]
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He feels like he's falling apart.
The water washes down the drain rust red, carving paths across his skin as it slowly erases the evidence of what he's done. ]
I'm sorry. [ His voice sounds as raw as his nerves feel, but for now the urge to fall down gibbering has passed. ]
I know I was supposed to stay close.