( misato can know her own loss, can carry it with her wherever she goes and use it to make her stronger, but she doesn't know damon's. each man is an island unto himself, and no matter the bridges the symbiotes build, that will never stop being true. people are better off when they stop pretending that they can understand and heal each other, as if it's that simple, as if affection and words can undo years of damage.
pain isn't anything but pain. the only thing that can lessen it is a person's own will, and damon has never had problems admitting he's deficient when it comes to that.
hell, he's just deficient in general.
misato places her hands on his cheeks and he sees scenes like pictures, watches himself from the outside — his arm around misato's shoulder, sharing a conspiratorial smile with sam, watching elena. the scenes flip, and now they're all unfamiliar, scenes from misato's life before she came to the station. every one, his scenes and hers, all carry the same feeling: leave the past in the past. live in the moment, focus on what's here.
he'd been doing a fine job of that before sam had dredged all of this up. before she'd decided that he wasn't coping properly and needed to be taught how to leave the past where it belongs. )
Stop, ( he growls, and if his voice breaks on the word he barrels through it, not pausing to give misato a chance to call him on it before he's whipped around and thrown her across the room — onto the bed, where no real damage will be done. )
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pain isn't anything but pain. the only thing that can lessen it is a person's own will, and damon has never had problems admitting he's deficient when it comes to that.
hell, he's just deficient in general.
misato places her hands on his cheeks and he sees scenes like pictures, watches himself from the outside — his arm around misato's shoulder, sharing a conspiratorial smile with sam, watching elena. the scenes flip, and now they're all unfamiliar, scenes from misato's life before she came to the station. every one, his scenes and hers, all carry the same feeling: leave the past in the past. live in the moment, focus on what's here.
he'd been doing a fine job of that before sam had dredged all of this up. before she'd decided that he wasn't coping properly and needed to be taught how to leave the past where it belongs. )
Stop, ( he growls, and if his voice breaks on the word he barrels through it, not pausing to give misato a chance to call him on it before he's whipped around and thrown her across the room — onto the bed, where no real damage will be done. )