It's not a very stirring defense - or convincing, Chuck supposes, judging by Bryce's unwavering smile... But it's all that Chuck's got.
"Past tense, Chuck?" Bryce asks, far too sure of himself. And Chuck could almost choke on all the anger and the unfairness that Bryce dredges up with the words.
How dare Bryce make light of Chuck's ridiculous inability to get over him... How dare he try to use it to his own advantage?
Chuck can't shield himself from the hurt Bryce's blase mention of Chuck's feelings, so matter-of-fact, inspires. It's enough that Bryce can't feel the same way. Chuck doesn't need to be laughed at for it.
"Yes," Chuck lies, not lowering his gun. "Stay back, Bryce."
"Fine... So you don't love me anymore," Bryce says, face inscrutable, taking another step. Chuck's heart rabbits in his chest. Bryce has never said that word out loud, in reference to Chuck, before. "You're still not going to shoot me."
"Oh yeah? Why is that?"
"You're not a killer, Chuck. And you want to know why I'm here. If you shoot me... You won't find out."
That's true. "I think I can live with the disappointment," Chuck says regardless.
He should have paid closer attention to how close Bryce had come near to him instead. In three smooth moves, Bryce takes Chuck's gun away from him, tosses it out of reach, and backs Chuck into the wall behind him, using his arms and his legs in a classic hold to restrain Chuck from kicking or hitting his way free.
"I don't think so," Bryce says in a dark voice, but before Chuck can misunderstand and panic, he looks into Bryce's eyes. He doesn't see death there. "I'm here because I don't want to live with it anymore, Chuck," Bryce says. And he kisses Chuck.
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Fill: Chuck/Bryce, "You used to trust me, Chuck."
Date: 2011-12-12 07:46 pm (UTC)It's not a very stirring defense - or convincing, Chuck supposes, judging by Bryce's unwavering smile... But it's all that Chuck's got.
"Past tense, Chuck?" Bryce asks, far too sure of himself. And Chuck could almost choke on all the anger and the unfairness that Bryce dredges up with the words.
How dare Bryce make light of Chuck's ridiculous inability to get over him... How dare he try to use it to his own advantage?
Chuck can't shield himself from the hurt Bryce's blase mention of Chuck's feelings, so matter-of-fact, inspires. It's enough that Bryce can't feel the same way. Chuck doesn't need to be laughed at for it.
"Yes," Chuck lies, not lowering his gun. "Stay back, Bryce."
"Fine... So you don't love me anymore," Bryce says, face inscrutable, taking another step. Chuck's heart rabbits in his chest. Bryce has never said that word out loud, in reference to Chuck, before. "You're still not going to shoot me."
"Oh yeah? Why is that?"
"You're not a killer, Chuck. And you want to know why I'm here. If you shoot me... You won't find out."
That's true. "I think I can live with the disappointment," Chuck says regardless.
He should have paid closer attention to how close Bryce had come near to him instead. In three smooth moves, Bryce takes Chuck's gun away from him, tosses it out of reach, and backs Chuck into the wall behind him, using his arms and his legs in a classic hold to restrain Chuck from kicking or hitting his way free.
"I don't think so," Bryce says in a dark voice, but before Chuck can misunderstand and panic, he looks into Bryce's eyes. He doesn't see death there. "I'm here because I don't want to live with it anymore, Chuck," Bryce says. And he kisses Chuck.