first blood
He is nine, he is twelve, he is fifteen, he is a killer, he is no one.
cw: childhood sexual assault
talk me down
“I still don’t… know how to be comfortable with-” Ari’s mouth opens, then closes again. He wants to say something to make Tate feel better. Feels like an asshole for saying it at all, but it seemed better than just perpetually stepping out of reach. Tate nods in something like understanding, although the hurt look