#( now they only got each other jkshdfkjs normal )

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[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress. (reciprocity go brr)

it's this heavy thing. and walter can't even put it into words. he'd seen it coming, a mile away. he couldn't do jack shit about it. his dad's words still ring somewhat true, he's a coward, he's a loser, why can't he be better? how can he not fight his own fights? he's pathetic, weak.

and it's sadness what he feels most, it's a deep pit at the center of himself. shaking, he planted a line set it down with the hope of a break, like he's underwater and he needs to come up for air. and maggie. well, maggie's here. holding him, he'd been strung up, line taut. this being the part where he breaks.

"fuck, mags." it's comes out breathy, between empty laughter. manic in a way he hasn't felt before. "-can't bloody believe it." and he talks, because if he talks then it means he's okay and if he's okay then it's fine. as if he didn't just pick the last fight with his dad. as if he didn't push and punch back for the first time, packed a bag up and left. "-fuckin' real messed up now, aye?" he hides on her neck. something so tender he couldn't even asked, glad she gave it anyway, so glad for her. walter wouldn't know where to be if it weren't for maggie. he's not thinking it all the way through just letting her see him like this, he's just doing it.