Post by Kid Blink on Oct 7, 2009 23:42:27 GMT -5
Blink quickly dropped his feet from the table, levering himself up out of his chair and walked around the table, standing face-to-face with Manhattan and laying his good arm over her shoulder. "Girl, you can't go takin' on the problems of the whole world. People got hurt, yeah, but it wasn't your fault, dammit! You were the one who got Sweets escaped? You got any idea how brave that was? Every one of those kids who came out of that shithole has you to thank. You saved their god damned lives, gettin' Sweets out like that. We was over here in the fuckin' dark, workin' ourselves into a frenzy with nowhere to take it. We was ready to bust some heads, but we didn't have any idea where to go to do the bustin'. An' then Sweets shows up and can take us right to the place--an' she's there because you got her out!"
He flicked his cigarette to the ground, not caring anymore that there were still a couple good drags left in it. His stomach was churning, anger boiling inside him, anger that his friend was hurting so badly over something she wasn't at fault for. If Manhattan was feeling so much like this, how many more of his friends were suffering in silence? Christ, would their term in hell ever end?!
"I'm not runnin away! Its just... I'm not strong enough to meet them eye to eye anymoah Louis. Not yet. Not now..."
Resisting the urge to bristle at the use of his real name, Blink dropped his head. "Yeah," he sighed. "Okay. Okay, 'Hattan." He leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead. "I'll leave you alone, then." He dropped his arm, taking a step back, giving her space. "But don't forget what I said. I ain't bullshittin' you. It ain't your fault, an' no one is sayin' it is. You're a god damn hero, 'Hattan. Come back to us when you're ready, we'll be waitin' for ya."
He flicked his cigarette to the ground, not caring anymore that there were still a couple good drags left in it. His stomach was churning, anger boiling inside him, anger that his friend was hurting so badly over something she wasn't at fault for. If Manhattan was feeling so much like this, how many more of his friends were suffering in silence? Christ, would their term in hell ever end?!
"I'm not runnin away! Its just... I'm not strong enough to meet them eye to eye anymoah Louis. Not yet. Not now..."
Resisting the urge to bristle at the use of his real name, Blink dropped his head. "Yeah," he sighed. "Okay. Okay, 'Hattan." He leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead. "I'll leave you alone, then." He dropped his arm, taking a step back, giving her space. "But don't forget what I said. I ain't bullshittin' you. It ain't your fault, an' no one is sayin' it is. You're a god damn hero, 'Hattan. Come back to us when you're ready, we'll be waitin' for ya."