My most established partners are a woman who is host to a cosmic entity capable of wiping out life on entire planets, and a guy who has your healing ability but is always armed. I can kill a whole lot of people literally blinking wrong.
You're not a maniac. You're slightly sadistic and massively self-loathing and obsessive.
I just see what you're doing. So does he. If you're both enjoying the game as a game or finding relief from it, I don't care. I don't expect any of us to be healthy.
[ Only Scott could make him regret implanting him with an emergency beacon. But the promise that Midnighter would always be there for anyone who calls forces him to answer. ]
What's wrong?
[ It's for emergencies, so he keeps up that farce. They both know differently, though. ]
[ The big relaxing breath he takes in when Scott touches him is telling. He's easy like Scott always tells him, no matter how pathologically Midnighter denies it.
The words, "I'm just dandy," are waiting on his tongue, but it's an insult to them both. It only makes him look stupid, doesn't it? So instead he says nothing where he sits looking up at Scott. A calculated decision in a strange battle. ]
[ Damn. What a counter attack. He may be an open book about his achievements, his triumphs, his strengths, the things that make him weird and interesting to a normal man, but not what truly hurts him and makes him weak. ]
I hate myself.
[ It's not quite an admission. Almost a revelation, or a question for a man that knows him well. ]
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