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❛ baby, i am a wreck when im without you / i need you here to stay. ❜
LINE WITHOUT A HOOK// RICKY MONTGOMERY
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PACING.
All Wolffe seemed to do was pace.
Back and forth, back and forth; it was giving the Pack a headache.
And, why Wolffe didn't take the General's offer to sit in her room was beyond them all.
Watching him begin his sixth rotation of pacing, Sinker had enough. Standing, he called out to his Commander, "Wolffe."
Halting, he snapped his head to his brother, hands noticeably shaking, eyes skittish, "What?"
"Sit down." Gesturing to the empty chair for him, "Or better yet, go and sit with Eisha. Just," He ran a hand down his face, "Dear Force, stop pacing."
Rapidly shaking his head, he stuttered, "I can't."
Approaching him, Sinker rested a hand on his shoulder, "Come on, vod. It wasn't your fault."
It wasn't your fault.
Those seemed to be the only words Wolffe heard since he woke up. He didn't remember much, but hell — he remembered enough.
"I hurt her." Sinking to the floor, hands clawing at his hair, "Kriff, I almost killed her."
Sighing, Sinker stared sadly as tears formed in Wolffe's eyes. Kneeling down to him, he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Wolffe, I'm going to be honest with you." Beckoning the Commander's gaze up, he gestured to his darkly bruised cheek, "If she wanted to, she would have dealt with you in less than a minute — mind control or not."
