[ he doesn't know the details, doesn't think he'll every really know anything where Badou himself is concerned
But he knows what loss looks like
He knows what it feels like
And he knows he'll regret not trying for decades to come.
So, wordlessly, he drags himself closer, a madman kneeling by a rabid, wild dog. And like a madman, like the idiot they call him and know him by, he settles arms around the sharp angles of Badou's shouders
And he embraces him.
And he does the only thing he's ever truly excelled at:
Re: action
But he knows what loss looks like
He knows what it feels like
And he knows he'll regret not trying for decades to come.
So, wordlessly, he drags himself closer, a madman kneeling by a rabid, wild dog. And like a madman, like the idiot they call him and know him by, he settles arms around the sharp angles of Badou's shouders
And he embraces him.
And he does the only thing he's ever truly excelled at:
he hopes. ]