He didn't knock. He didn't call in advance. Walter wasn't going to give Victor a chance to go out the window or camouflage himself or even lock himself in the bathroom.
He just used his key and entered, closing and locking the door behind himself and leaning heavily against it.
Victor closed his eyes and scrunched his face. It was too early to cry, he told himself. Better not start. But still..it was Walter. Even as bas as Victor felt, he could'nt jsut pretend that everything they were never existed.
"I feel like shit," he muttered, leaning against the dresser for support. "And I'm sorry."
"No, I'm not scared of you hurting me physically." Walter tried not to scowl at Victor. "But this part where you push me and your friends away is going make me angry if you don't stop soon."
He was at a loss for words. Walter was right, he knew. All he was doing was running in a circle, instead of just accepting that his friends loved him, that Walter loved him, and that they could all get through this. He walked over to the bed and sat down. After a moment, he leaned over and put his head in Walter's lap.
"They're not out yet, thank Jesus," he said, letting Walter have his hand. "I don't even know how to make them appear, either. I'm not sure I want to yet."
He turned so that he was looking up at Walter and his scarred face. "How about you? How are you feeling?"
Walter took a look at Victor's hand drawing his fingers over the skin there. It looked normal enough.
"Just a few more scars for the collection," he said dismissively, not wanting to send Victor off on another guilt trip. "Give me a few days and I'll be right as rain."
Victor smirked at that. "You're always so strong, Walter. I wish I could be more like you." He took his free hand and caressed Walter's cheek. "I'm sorry I ran away. I was really scared of myself, and for you. But I guess I shouldn't jump to conclusions much, huh?"
[ooc: Sorry, LJ had a hissy fit, then I wanted food.]
He just used his key and entered, closing and locking the door behind himself and leaning heavily against it.
"I came to see how you were doing."
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"Walter! Um..." Shit. Was he ready to talk with him? Really?
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"How are you feeling?"
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"I feel like shit," he muttered, leaning against the dresser for support. "And I'm sorry."
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"Only about a hour. I think all the sleep I've had lately was enough." He was quiet for a moment, then added, "Aren't you mad?"
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"Frustrated. Not angry. You expected all of us to treat you the way people did back home."
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He took in a deep, shuddering breath and tried to maintain his composure. "Too many people have hurt you, Walter. I don't wanna be another one."
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He was at a loss for words. Walter was right, he knew. All he was doing was running in a circle, instead of just accepting that his friends loved him, that Walter loved him, and that they could all get through this. He walked over to the bed and sat down. After a moment, he leaned over and put his head in Walter's lap.
"Okay."
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"Now, let me see." He reached for Victor's hand to have a look at his new claws.
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He turned so that he was looking up at Walter and his scarred face. "How about you? How are you feeling?"
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"Just a few more scars for the collection," he said dismissively, not wanting to send Victor off on another guilt trip. "Give me a few days and I'll be right as rain."
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[ooc: Sorry, LJ had a hissy fit, then I wanted food.]
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