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Takes place directly after/au of this
Merrick moved closer through the crowd, not breaking his gaze even when people moved between them, stopping a couple feet away and staring at Andy with blue eyes that were fucking alive and seeing. Andy took a step forward before smiling slowly, feeling like it was the first time he’d ever fucking done it as he took another step and reached for the other man. “Mer-”
“Merrick~!” There was a lavender blur and the redhead stumbled slightly, arms suddenly full of someone who was not Andy, someone who had draped arms around his neck and was smiling inanely at Andy as if this weren’t completely fucking wrong. Girlyass smiled and stroked his fingers through red hair and Andy gaped, wordless, feeling himself falling backwards as some asshole ripped the rug out from under his boots and what. Was. Happening.
Merrick cleared his throat and gently pulled Girlyass’ fingers out of his hair, standing there instead of fucking punching the little bitchcunt in the face for groping all over him like he fucking should be because he was SUPPOSED to fucking belong to Andy. “Andy...”
“You. What.” Andy blinked rapidly, trying to find some solid fucking ground to stand on since he was fucking sinking as everything from ten goddamn minutes ago swirled up and sucked downward at them. “What is this shit.”
Girlyass stood up straighter, perfect fucking smile withering up in fuckingass concern and pity and Andy was going to fucking beat it the fuck off his face as soon as he could take a step forward without falling on his fucking ass. “Oh. Oh, I’m sorry...” His head whipped around to look up at Merrick, arms dropping to his girly, bitchass, cuntkicking fuckworthless sides. “Merrick?”
“Fuck.”
“Damn fucking right fuck!! What the fuck is going on?!” Andy jerked upright, finding his footing in the hot shoot of anger surging through him as that fucking knot in his goddamn stomach , the fucking goddamn worry he’d been goddamn suffering through, it all fucking blew apart and his fingers twitched. “You fucking ASSHOLE.”
Merrick stared at him for a second before frowning back, jerking away from Girlyass and tossing his hair angrily. “Me?! How the fuck am I a goddamn asshole!”
“HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK.”
“YOU fucking LEFT ME, you motherfucker! When I was in a motherfucking COMA-”
“Doesn’t mean you can go FUCK OTHER PEOPLE!” Andy ran a hand through his hair, did it again, ended up tangling his fingers through it and ripping out a few strands, welcoming the sharp pricks of pain and holding on to it. It was manageable, familiar, real, not the crumbling in his chest as the fact that none of any of the past year meant anything and even with Merrick alive his whole fucking life was falling apart anyway. “YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
Andy strode forward, closing the few feet and refusing - fucking refusing- to drop on his knees and scream because he was not so fucking pathetic as to waste his fucking sanity on someone who didn’t give a shit and then cry about it like a bitchfuck girl. Instead he stepped close, close enough to kiss if he wanted to, feeling Merrick’s warmth through their clothes and his breath on his face and drew back his arm before sending it flying into the redhead’s worthless, cheating, uncaring shitass fucking traitorous gut.
Merrick crumpled, falling forward to lean against Andy, strands of red hair brushing past the blond’s lips and eyelashes and smelling so fucking familiar, so much the same even if everything in the entire goddamn pointless foreign universe was different. Andy scowled and shoved him away, turning around before Merrick hit the floor and becoming very fucking suddenly aware of his troop, which had ground to a halt and was watching like the stupidshits they were. Andy grabbed up Merrick’s fucking gun, spinning to point it at the dumbshits and giving them a hard enough look that they at least fucking turned away because goddammit all to hell they had work to do and didn’t need to provide a fucking audience before spinning around and throwing the thing at Merrick, sitting prone on the stone floor. “TAKE BACK YOUR SHIT, TURTLELICKER.”
The metal smacked into the redhead and the other man winced in pain, Girlyass making a sharp squeek of distress and pity, and Andy took a deep breath and spun on one heel to stalk back into the tunnels before he completely fucking lost it and shot them both. Not that it mattered. None of it fucking mattered anymore. But he wasn’t going to lose it over anybody who obviously gave so little of a shit either way about him, that was just motherfucking pathetic, and as he stomped through the tunnels he tried tried tried to just keep it the fuck together.
He ended up in some new fucking construction, running smack into the fucking wall and then getting it the fuck back by hitting it with his fists. Fuck. Fucker. Fuckers and their fucking ass fuck. Andy hit a rock and scratched the shit out of his hand, not fucking caring any more as he beat his hands against it again and again, and slowly started to sob.