Reid frowned but didn't argue as he followed Owen into the bedroom.
"Alright- but are you in pain?" he asked, looking concerned as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Owen, I just want to help you. I know you want me to just be here, but- I feel like I'm not doing enough."
Owen didn't do well when people tried to help him. He wasn't used to it and he didn't know how to accept it.
"I'm dying!" Owen snapped. "Jesus Christ, Spencer. I'm dying and all I want is one night, one fucking night that I get to spend with someone I care about so don't-" he cut himself off, breathing heavily.
He'd admitted it. He cared. And that, for Owen, was the first step on the short road to disaster.
Reid looked shocked, by both the other man's tone and his confession, and he was silent for a moment until he swallowed hard and cleared his throat.
"I care about you as well- that's why just watching you die is so hard. I know you think there's nothing I can do, but- maybe you missed something. I don't want to lose you. I'm not sentimental, I don't really believe in fate, but I do know that I've just found you, and that it's too soon to just let go. ...Let me help you. Please, Owen, you need to let me at least try."
Owen looked at Spencer. He saw something in the other man's eyes. It was like looking at that same sort of something he'd heard in Tosh's voice that day she died.
He let go of his anger, because he couldn't suffer the guilt of breaking someone else's heart while he raged his way to oblivion. Not again.
His skeleton flashed again.
"It doesn't hurt," Owen said. "I don't feel any different, but please...just for a little while can we...can we just be two men who care about each other? And when it's over, we can figure this out, but I need to not worry about it for a while. I need to be normal for a while." He was scared. He didn't want to die. He just wanted to be...something he hadn't been for a very long time.
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"Alright- but are you in pain?" he asked, looking concerned as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Owen, I just want to help you. I know you want me to just be here, but- I feel like I'm not doing enough."
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"I'm dying!" Owen snapped. "Jesus Christ, Spencer. I'm dying and all I want is one night, one fucking night that I get to spend with someone I care about so don't-" he cut himself off, breathing heavily.
He'd admitted it. He cared. And that, for Owen, was the first step on the short road to disaster.
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"I care about you as well- that's why just watching you die is so hard. I know you think there's nothing I can do, but- maybe you missed something. I don't want to lose you. I'm not sentimental, I don't really believe in fate, but I do know that I've just found you, and that it's too soon to just let go. ...Let me help you. Please, Owen, you need to let me at least try."
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He let go of his anger, because he couldn't suffer the guilt of breaking someone else's heart while he raged his way to oblivion. Not again.
His skeleton flashed again.
"It doesn't hurt," Owen said. "I don't feel any different, but please...just for a little while can we...can we just be two men who care about each other? And when it's over, we can figure this out, but I need to not worry about it for a while. I need to be normal for a while." He was scared. He didn't want to die. He just wanted to be...something he hadn't been for a very long time.
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