I'll Make a Man Out of You [James] Apr 6, 2015 23:33:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 23:33:08 GMT -5
He finally had Cyrille’s attention again, and things seemed to be looking better. But they only thing he could say was “I’m n-not crying!” It came out more because of habit, not because he actually thought Cyrille would believe him. Thankfully, Cyrille didn’t even really care that much anyway, so James was able to look away and try and compose himself.
Besides, Cyrille would literally kill him if he knew that he was crying because he felt so bad for him. Nothing had been said about what Cyrille was feeling or what he had been through. James just made a bunch of assumptions and worked himself into a fit and before he knew it he was bawling. And there really was no way of saving himself in this situation, because he could either tell the truth or have Cyrille think he was some wimp who got scared. So in the end, Cyrille’s apathy on the matter was welcomed.
So with one more rather harsh rub against his eyes, James was able to calm himself down. It was so silly, really. Cyrille should have been the one crying, though James didn’t think he could even imagine that.
Though, Cyrille did have his own, less healthy ways of dealing with things. Like running away without any explanation. James was starting to see a trend, and though he had been passive about it last time he needed to sort things out. “Wait just a second!” he protested, voice finally coming out just as stable as he wanted it to. His ascent was a little less graceful, and he stumbled a little when getting back to his feet. But he was able to gather himself quickly and move so that he was back in Cyrille’s sight.
“When something’s wrong, you have to tell someone,” he said, very carefully. As far as he knew, Cyrille was a time bomb. He couldn’t just blurt out his feelings, like he really wanted to. I deserve an explanation this is the second time in a row damn it was not what needed to be said. He took a deep breath and tried to smile, mostly so it sounded more like he was trying to help and less like he was scolding the much bigger male. “Or things will just get worse, you know?”
The next thought was a bit of a leap, considering James had no clue how Cyrille felt about him—in fact, he was pretty sure Cyrille hated him. But he pressed on nonetheless. “And that’s what friends are for, right?”