#gavin really be eatin shit out in the ice rink and acting like an angry cat who fell into a tub or some shit i s2g

[baddcop]

“That trip looked hilarious– but also kinda painful; you okay?”

✱ HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS.

      THE   DETECTIVE   STUMBLES   TO   HIS   FEET ,       grasping for the wall of the ice rink desperately while skates slip and struggle for a grasp, body unable to find balance on the slippery surface. His ankles hurt, his ass hurt, his palms were burning cold all red with flecks of ice still here and there from his spill. Oh yes, he was fine but his ego was absolutely wounded. Akin to some kind of defeated animal he pulls himself up and clutches to the wall of the ice rink for support, carefully trying to move towards the exit only to slip a bit, and stiffen up. He’d only come out to the event itself to avoid further isolation, avoid spiraling into his own mind and suffocating within the loneliness that occupied his apartment after a long day.      Everyone had noted his attitude as a result, he was more irritated, easier to snap, moodier. Bristled at everything and pushed anyone away that tried to help. Yet between the depression and loneliness that remained at home and the awful feeling of absolutely humiliating himself in front of his colleagues, he’d say it wasn’t really worth the trouble. Perhaps he should’ve stayed home. As his entire face flushes it’s then that he seems to note the android’s presence – as if this could get any worse. Quickly his look of sour embarrassment and anger floods to seething hate, an ugly grimace filled with vitriol. Because only Reed could view others as a target marked to suffer his wrath, something to lob his high emotions at because it was easier than asking for help.      The heat spread across his burning cheeks seems to make a few of his sunspots pop more, tips of his ears flush red as well and he’d wager he’d throw a punch if he could reach him with certainty without falling. But he’s too ashamed to do anything of the sort, too embarrassed at the fall, too ashamed to admit he needed assistance and doesn’t know what else to do but quietly beat himself up and salvage what was left of his pride to slowly stumble back to the exit. All he can manage in response as throat tightens is a bitter

         “  Mind. Your own. Business, prick. ‘ aM i OkAy ’ – of course I’m fuckin’ fine, alright n’I don’t need any commentary from the peanut gallery so jus’ shut your fucking mouth b’fore you piss me off. Think if I’d even be on the force f’all it took was a slip on the –phhhckin –  ”    Skates skid and slip and he nearly falls before pulling himself up and placing support on the wall again. Hands grip the wall of the rink hard enough for knuckles to turn white past their current blazing red at the cold.      “  –phhckin christ, I hate this. I don’t even know why I came.  ”    After a moment of huffing and trying to get some form of balance to shimmy himself towards the door, his demeanor seems to melt into something quieter. Was that shame for his snapping at the other? Perhaps a flicker of regret or embarrassment at his overreaction. Or perhaps he was just feeling sorry for himself, yet when he tries again he almost looks like a kicked puppy.      “  Look, will you just –  ”    And he stops, stops when his voice wavers. He’s gritting his teeth, brows furrowing to destroy any softness he can during his pause. An inhale with eyes closed and then an exhale. Eyes open again, face still flushed red and he refuses to make eye contact. In a far softer tone, he quietly asks.

         “  Will you please .  .  . help me? I – I don’t know how t’get out.  ”

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