[He watched Richard closely even as the gulf of distance grew as he stepped into the shower and the younger man remained at arm's length outside of it. He held on regardless, not providing more than a small gentle tug to let the younger man know that he was there in whatever imagery that Richard was enduring. Was it the same as Jinx? He doubted it, though they had never discussed the specifics as he had with his daughter.
The expression on Richard's face was enough to tell him all he needed to know about the internal struggle, and it was not his fight. He fought the battles beyond them in the physical world and provided a safe space for what needed to be fought internally where no one else could see. His job was to protect so that weakness was never shown beyond those walls as much as he could.
But this wasn't Jinx. These weren't her demons. This was Richard, a man who had fallen into bed with him for the last three months. A man with many, many unspoken secrets, few of which Silco could claim to know anything about. They were, in a sense, private men even with each other, accepting one another as monstrous and basking in that with their togetherness.
Why was he protecting Richard? Why was he putting efforts into hiding these vulnerabilities from the world? Did he see some of his daughter's struggles in this man?
Despite his own swirling thoughts hidden behind his mismatched eyes, he was watching and listening for signs this would go one way or the other. A keen sense of hearing was one of the few physical senses that remained well intact.]
No, you are not. You fight internal battles against foes you brought with you from childhood. [That was a guess on his part from years of exposure to abused and traumatized children, the closest being his daughter. He welcomed Richard in against him, curling an arm around the younger man's waist and still refusing to relinquish that gentle hold on Richard's hand.] Nothing like who, hmm?
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The expression on Richard's face was enough to tell him all he needed to know about the internal struggle, and it was not his fight. He fought the battles beyond them in the physical world and provided a safe space for what needed to be fought internally where no one else could see. His job was to protect so that weakness was never shown beyond those walls as much as he could.
But this wasn't Jinx. These weren't her demons. This was Richard, a man who had fallen into bed with him for the last three months. A man with many, many unspoken secrets, few of which Silco could claim to know anything about. They were, in a sense, private men even with each other, accepting one another as monstrous and basking in that with their togetherness.
Why was he protecting Richard? Why was he putting efforts into hiding these vulnerabilities from the world? Did he see some of his daughter's struggles in this man?
Despite his own swirling thoughts hidden behind his mismatched eyes, he was watching and listening for signs this would go one way or the other. A keen sense of hearing was one of the few physical senses that remained well intact.]
No, you are not. You fight internal battles against foes you brought with you from childhood. [That was a guess on his part from years of exposure to abused and traumatized children, the closest being his daughter. He welcomed Richard in against him, curling an arm around the younger man's waist and still refusing to relinquish that gentle hold on Richard's hand.] Nothing like who, hmm?