I read Until the Legs Have Swung before this one, and it amazes me how you managed to make me feel worse here, just by making him cry, than when he literally died.
Poor little dude, I can't believe I wanted to bring a blanket and give a kiss on the forehead to Lord Fucking Beckett. You totally declawed him.
yikes i know. i love that you’d want to wrap him up and comfort him, even if he doesn’t really deserve it. promise he’s still got all his claws, and next chapter he’ll show it in his own… very lordly way of letting off steam.
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