If he could reach for Donnie's hand, he would. He would squeeze it and tell him everything will be all right. Its not impossible, but in the very moment Rock can not comfort back.
He struggles in his seat once more. Giving up so quickly as he bites his lip down glaring at Grusa. His snarls turn to wet snippits of sobs. Bravado slips.
He then rips his head away from Grusa and looks at a wall. His voice wants to say so much.
I hate you. To Grusa.
You did all you could. To Donnie.
I want my father. To no one who can hear him.
Run. To who. Perhaps the poor other in this room who does not want to be here either.
Finally... Finally Rock musters something with those soft glitches of red optics.
"You better hope I don't remember this." He threatens.
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Date: 2025-06-22 02:58 am (UTC)He struggles in his seat once more. Giving up so quickly as he bites his lip down glaring at Grusa. His snarls turn to wet snippits of sobs. Bravado slips.
He then rips his head away from Grusa and looks at a wall. His voice wants to say so much.
I hate you. To Grusa.
You did all you could. To Donnie.
I want my father. To no one who can hear him.
Run. To who. Perhaps the poor other in this room who does not want to be here either.
Finally... Finally Rock musters something with those soft glitches of red optics.
"You better hope I don't remember this." He threatens.