Y'know that quote, about jazz, how it's the notes that aren't being played that are the most important ones? That's how I feel about this. Yeah, what you wrote has that beautiful sadness to it, but it's what isn't flat-out being said throughout the bulk of story that made me actually tear up.
There's an inherent guy-ness to Lint that I don't usually see in a lot of fic, how he deals with what's going on. He isn't running through the streets sobbing and screaming, or spilling his guts to anyone and everyone who'll listen. He's just there, feeling what he feels, and trying to cope and not to make a big deal out of it, so people won't notice what's going on.
The hate is a mask so he won't collapse and shake and not be able to stop. It's what he won't let himself feel that's what's important.
You are not, in the least, full of shit. In fact, you hit the nail right on the head, with that last sentence in particular. Way to read subtext, wow, because that's exactly what this fic was looking to convey...even though I started hating it one paragraph in and ended up making it less descriptive and shorter than I meant to. But you got it. Thank you.
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There's an inherent guy-ness to Lint that I don't usually see in a lot of fic, how he deals with what's going on. He isn't running through the streets sobbing and screaming, or spilling his guts to anyone and everyone who'll listen. He's just there, feeling what he feels, and trying to cope and not to make a big deal out of it, so people won't notice what's going on.
The hate is a mask so he won't collapse and shake and not be able to stop. It's what he won't let himself feel that's what's important.
I'm full of shit. But I loved this a lot.
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