[The sound of his father's fist against the door sends a fresh wave of pain through his hair, and he hisses as he flinches. Fuck you, old man, what the fuck. Is wrong with you?
They're not going to talk about how this feels like the first time that Herc has sought him out, deliberately and knowing that he was hurting, because it probably is and Chuck hasn't got the emotional capacity to sort through how much he wants that and how much he resents his dad for it. It's too little, too late, alright Dad? Had your chance to be a father five years ago.
Chuck forces himself to sit up, grimacing even as a fresh wave of nausea hits him and he almost doubles over again. No, no he's not throwing up again, he will sit here on this floor in this bathroom-- no that's just as fucking pathetic.]
What? [He spits the question at him even as he stumbles to his feet. It's kinda easier, once he's actually standing to swing the door open.]
Is this where we hug and everything's magically all better?
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They're not going to talk about how this feels like the first time that Herc has sought him out, deliberately and knowing that he was hurting, because it probably is and Chuck hasn't got the emotional capacity to sort through how much he wants that and how much he resents his dad for it. It's too little, too late, alright Dad? Had your chance to be a father five years ago.
Chuck forces himself to sit up, grimacing even as a fresh wave of nausea hits him and he almost doubles over again. No, no he's not throwing up again, he will sit here on this floor in this bathroom-- no that's just as fucking pathetic.]
What? [He spits the question at him even as he stumbles to his feet. It's kinda easier, once he's actually standing to swing the door open.]
Is this where we hug and everything's magically all better?