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“I know it’s not my call, but I think you should talk to someone about why you felt compelled to do something so suicidal.”
As soon as he says it, Carlos realizes how much he overstepped, how dramatic that sounded, but then he watches as something in TK seems to be cut loose. The edge to his glare gets smoothed by a wet sheen in his eyes. The tears don’t fall, his gaze doesn’t waver but TK looks so lost now and Carlos can’t even help him to be found. Not touching him suddenly is the hardest thing Carlos had ever done.
“Yeah,” TK says, a crack to his voice. “Totally.”
“Do you have someone you trust like that?”
“Sure.”
It sounds like nothing could be further from the truth.
“Your dad? Your firehouse? Friends and family in New York?” Carlos prompts, leaning over the desk and hopefully pushing the tissue box closer to TK with some subtlety. A single tear rolls down TK’s cheek, gathering in the corner of his sore mouth but he doesn’t give any other indication Carlos’ words penetrate.
The next words feel like damp paper mache in Carlos’ throat but he spits them out anyway, “Does your boyfriend know where you were?”
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Iceman/Maverick in their retired era, courtesy of noahdeaart. Posted with permission.
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