Date: 2011-04-30 06:28 pm (UTC)
Wylie didn't respond well. He didn't usually respond well to anything. He'd done the same kind of thing as a teenager. He shut down and turned mean when someone was trying to help him and what was worse is that he still remembered that and knew that he shouldn't be reacting that way, yet he did.

When Johnny touched him, Wylie flinched. It wasn't intentional, but it happened. He didn't look up. He dropped his hands from his face to clasp in front of him, elbows still on his knees. It wasn't guilt that he was feeling right now. It wasn't that he was feeling like he had done something horrible and he was staying to make it right. He was frozen in place, caught between wanted to stay and holding onto the willpower not to run.

"No," he answered him finally. His voice sounded strange, almost like he'd been crying, but his eyes were dry. "I've never had the chance to experience forgiveness. It's always been horrible people doing unspeakable things. So no, forgiveness is not something I learned. And don't fucking tell me what I should be doing or how I should be reacting or try and make sense out of it because it doesn't work that way in my head."
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