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[personal profile] apuckalypse 2024-06-08 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Casey's eyes widen, and hastily he shakes his head.]

No, no! You didn't say anything wrong. Nothing to apologize for. Um, I just meant.

[He fidgets, looking awkward.]

I guess I'm tired... it just hit me all at once, how much has happened. We never had this kind of, um. Self-reflection time? Back home. Though maybe I should be used to it, by now. It's been almost a year.
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[personal profile] apuckalypse 2024-06-10 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[At once Casey melts into the hug, quietly wallowing into their feathers as they speak, soaking in every word. He's quiet still for a little while after, thinking carefully on their words.]

I... guess that's true. There's still a lot of old habits I can't let go of. Maybe I never will.

[His mask, his gear- he doesn't feel safe, not entirely, unless he has them close by. Sometimes he can manage it without his grapple, and more often these days without his armour even under his clothes, like for parties or hangouts with Rue or date nights. But the mask, the chainstick. Always at his side. He needs it, or he can't breathe right, can't relax. Eight months can't undo a full lifetime of hypervigilance. The very basic concept of going barefoot still fills him with dread. (What if the Krang show up? What if they've spread their infection in the ground somewhere? It could be anywhere. On the street, in the woods, on his carpet- he can't. He can't. Socks or shoes, he needs a barrier.)

His fingers curl in Rue's feathers. He's not used to it, and... that's okay.]


...I'm... being too hard on myself again, aren't I. [It's not a question. Grace. He needs to give himself some grace.] You're not there yet, either?
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[personal profile] apuckalypse 2024-06-16 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods slowly. It makes sense, and it's admittedly (though somewhat guiltily) reassuring to know Rue feels the same way.]

It hasn't even been a whole year yet. For either of us.

[Despite everything that's happened here, those darker days still feel too close. He thinks too often of waking up to the sound of distant explosions or alarms ringing, checking the daily reports of casualties, injuries, ration levels, Krang movements. Tactical meetings, scout missions. No lazy mornings of boyfriend cuddling, full and hearty breakfasts, school days and motherly sleepovers. Rue would have been in hiding, stuck in ADI's facilities or forced to wear a disguise to hide in the human world, facing the awful things that happened there.]

I... wish it didn't take so long. But it does, so... we'll take our time. [He shifts in their grasp, turning enough to find their paw and hold it.] I'll keep working through it, with you.

[With them, alongside them. They're stronger together.]
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[personal profile] apuckalypse 2024-06-19 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[For Rue, he musters a smile.]

I'm proud of you, too. Even with everything you have to deal with, everything you're carrying, you do so much to support all of us. I'm sure you'd say it's something like a mother's job, but that's still worth celebrating. Not all of us are used to having encouragement like that. Thank you…
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[personal profile] apuckalypse 2024-06-25 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course he'll indulge in the offer, cozying up close, resting his face against soft fabric and feathers. He'd come over for breakfast, technically, but he hopes it isn't all going to waste; the truth is, he has very little appetite. The idea of cuddling and watching mindless television is very appealing, instead.]

I... think I'd really like that, yeah. If you don't mind.

[He can eat later. Maybe get some counselling later. Right now he just wants some cozy time with Mom.]