[Beat is quiet the entire time Futaba talks, listening to her and trying to keep up with her explanation. She had told him about the people she and her friends fought against and about how they used to steal their hearts. But this is the first time he hears that they had to do something similar to her as well.
And this all happened because of what happened with her mom.
Even if he didn't have a great relationship with his own parents, he knew others who got along with theirs. Ones who really loved their parents and got along with them. When he was younger, he used to envy those people, wishing that he had what they did, wanting to experience some semblance of how his parents used to care for him when he was even younger. Back to the point before he began screwing up.
Now that he was older, he had learned to accept that might not have been in the cards for him. That his parents just may not understand how he functions and what his needs actually are. There were times he still yearned for acceptance from them but he'd mostly learned to ignore it, just like they ignored him for the most part.
So when he hears someone talking about their relationship with their own parents, he's figured out how to set aside his own experiences with his so he could be happy for them. The way Futaba talks so fondly about her mom, Beat could practically feel that she truly, deeply loved her. And he only imagined that her mom loved her just as much.
Hearing what had happened to her and what Futaba had to go through because of it breaks his heart. That creature that had attacked her, attacked both of them, spitting out horrible comments about Futaba had been a distortion of her perception of her mother. All because of some greedy asshole.
Subconsciously, his hand moves to hers, reaching to wrap around her wrist as she works on his bandages, stopping her from her ministrations. Then, in a similar fashion to a few days ago, he pulls her closer to him until he's able to wrap his arms around her. His injuries ache in protest but Beat didn't care, not right now. He squeezes Futaba tightly, settling his chin on her shoulder as he whispers into her ear.]
I'm so sorry, Shorty. I had no idea.
[It's all he can say in the moment, just wanting her to know that he was around, that he was there for her for whatever she might need.]
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And this all happened because of what happened with her mom.
Even if he didn't have a great relationship with his own parents, he knew others who got along with theirs. Ones who really loved their parents and got along with them. When he was younger, he used to envy those people, wishing that he had what they did, wanting to experience some semblance of how his parents used to care for him when he was even younger. Back to the point before he began screwing up.
Now that he was older, he had learned to accept that might not have been in the cards for him. That his parents just may not understand how he functions and what his needs actually are. There were times he still yearned for acceptance from them but he'd mostly learned to ignore it, just like they ignored him for the most part.
So when he hears someone talking about their relationship with their own parents, he's figured out how to set aside his own experiences with his so he could be happy for them. The way Futaba talks so fondly about her mom, Beat could practically feel that she truly, deeply loved her. And he only imagined that her mom loved her just as much.
Hearing what had happened to her and what Futaba had to go through because of it breaks his heart. That creature that had attacked her, attacked both of them, spitting out horrible comments about Futaba had been a distortion of her perception of her mother. All because of some greedy asshole.
Subconsciously, his hand moves to hers, reaching to wrap around her wrist as she works on his bandages, stopping her from her ministrations. Then, in a similar fashion to a few days ago, he pulls her closer to him until he's able to wrap his arms around her. His injuries ache in protest but Beat didn't care, not right now. He squeezes Futaba tightly, settling his chin on her shoulder as he whispers into her ear.]
I'm so sorry, Shorty. I had no idea.
[It's all he can say in the moment, just wanting her to know that he was around, that he was there for her for whatever she might need.]