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Harold Finch ([personal profile] ornithologist) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs 2025-06-09 03:15 am (UTC)

Oh--

[ Harold lurches forward in distress, like he's going to try to physically stop him, but that's absurd. Hadn't they just covered that he shouldn't try to even wake him directly? He freezes in place, eyes wide and hands hovering, deeply upset to see him hitting his own head so hard. ]

Mr. Carver-- Brandon.

[ He thinks frantically. What can he say? What can he do here? Calling in someone else doesn't seem right. He's made this situation but, moreover, he thinks the kinder thing to do is not have someone else bear witness to it. Carver wouldn't want that. And he's certainly not going to just leave. ]

You've done everything I said, [ he blurts out, like he can supplant this panic with his own approval. He just thinks -- he remembers -- sometimes he can totally disarm John with compliments. ]

I've found nothing to fault in you. I'm sorry for what I said. So please, don't hurt yourself. Stay here with me. I'm right here.

[ Stay in the present, stay here, where someone doesn't find him wanting and won't hurt him indescribably if he did. He called himself crazy, but Harold just sees someone who is badly hurt, badly traumatized, and alone. He would apologize ten more times if that helped anything. He'd meant what he said, but he didn't mean to do this. ]

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