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[oorah]

𝓜𝓻. 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓸𝓻

𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙, 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖔 (𝔲𝔫;𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖉𝖔𝖌)

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊)

𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝖛𝖕 (𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢)

𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝕶𝖔𝖚𝖙 (𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔯)

𝖔𝖈𝖈𝖚𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖍 : ₁₀₋₃ | 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖑 : ₁₁₋₇ | 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖕)

𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 (𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠, 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩)

Comments

[oorah]

[ frank watches him stride in from where he's sitting on one of the mats. mike doesn't look at him, but he tracks mike's every move. when he starts hitting the dummy, he springs to his feet and goes over, not to stop him; but to make sure he doesn't hurt himself.

he picks up hand wraps and holds them in front of mike's face. remember the rules. his expression is very stern and dadlike at the moment, when really all he wants to do is wrap mike in a hug and tell him everything's going to be okay. even if that's the last thing he can promise anyone here. ]

[353]

[ The rules? The rules don't apply right now. He wants to feel every punch hit his knuckles. He wants to feel physical pain and focus on that compared to the emotional pain he's feeling from everything else. He puts his hand over Frank's and moves it aside - or tries to, at least. No, he expresses with his eyes, before going back to punching the dummy, hitting below Frank's hand if it's still in the way. ]

[oorah]

[ worth a shot. frank curls his fingers around the wraps when mike bats his hand away and crouches down, waiting patiently for the boy to wear himself out. his expression is open and sad -- for el and for mike. and for the fact that he really doesn't know what to do to help right now. ]

[353]

[ This is why he likes Frank, because he understands, or at least tries to. He doesn't stop Mike from getting the release he needs. He lets Mike get it out of his system, hitting his fists against the dummy until his hands feel sore and red. Once he's done, he hangs his head, resting it against the dummy and just breathes. ]

[oorah]

[ he drops the cotton in his hand, observing to see if mike is really done. when it seems he is, frank rests a heavy hand on the boy's shoulder. ]

[353]

[ Mike doesn't move at first, but his shoulders start to shake and Frank should be able to guess what's happening. He turns around and hides his face into Frank's chest, tears rolling down his cheeks, quietly sniffling against Frank's shirt. He needs this as much as he needed to hit the dummy, an anchor to hold on to. ]

[oorah]

[ frank doesn't hesitate, wrapping a strong arm around both of mike's shoulders and holding on tight. his other hand rubs his back soothingly. he lets go of tiny, barely-audible shushing noises, shutting his eyes as he wills his own tears to remain at bay. ]