It is its own war, trying not to shake. Burying his heart has always been something of a coin flip; sometimes he really could become something that could take on anything, but sometimes it never really numbed him to anything. He'd still feel it all, and it was all about mastery in not thinking about it enough to let it show. Feelings buried alive never die. He's got nowhere else to put them.
Terror. All terror, that at any moment Hawkeye will turn on him, spurn him, strike him, will make Mulcahy absolutely sure that he will never see him again, except from across a room full of people who are less important than him. It's not a fair thought at all, for a number of reasons. And yet.
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Date: 2024-10-05 06:02 am (UTC)Terror. All terror, that at any moment Hawkeye will turn on him, spurn him, strike him, will make Mulcahy absolutely sure that he will never see him again, except from across a room full of people who are less important than him. It's not a fair thought at all, for a number of reasons. And yet.
He doesn't move.