There was a flash of something, pride perhaps, or embarrassment, at needing tending to, and his mouth set in a momentary stubborn line before he just...gave in and sank to sit on the ground. The flashlight was difficult to give up, but he managed it, finally handing it over to Ric, and then his hand had nothing to clutch, so his fingers curled into a fist as he tried to pull himself off of the ledge he felt balanced on. Ric didn't need to deal with his family's shit.
He swallowed, tried to say something, forgot what he wanted to say and just closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. "I'll be okay."
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Date: 2013-06-06 03:25 pm (UTC)He swallowed, tried to say something, forgot what he wanted to say and just closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. "I'll be okay."
Eventually.