Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

crime au lin cries a lot

A/N: heyyyyyyyyyyyyy

It was happening again, and he hated himself for it but he couldn't hold it in. Not when he might be falling- again. Imagine what would happen if he lost another loved one. He didn't think he could bear it.

Groff wasn't sleeping in the same bed tonight. They'd fought, again, like many nights before, and he- god he missed him. He was really just one room over though and-

His sobs were intense and his breath was quickening. He couldn't let himself simply be pulled in like this. Love was pointless, useless in fact. It only led to heartbreak.

He clung tight to the sheets laid over him, letting tears place little stains, splattered over the fabric.

Love was useless. He didn't need it, couldn't have it, not with the risks involved: his sanity, self-control.... pride. His pride was why he was still here, in the position he was. He couldn't lose that shit.

His sobs turned into soft whimpers, holding the big ones in that made him hyperventilate. At least no one was there to see it.

Except.

He didn't know- how could he- that the walls, really, weren't that thick, and, as of now, neither was the door, where a tall blonde was now lurking, unsure of what to do.

Should he go in there? Comfort him? Would he be welcome, even? Because what if he made it worse? But also. Well.

He cracked the door open, Miranda jumped slightly, shutting his eyes tight as if asleep. Did he think he was that stupid?

"Hey?"

Miranda didn't answer.

"Lin I know you're awake."

Lin peaked over the sheets, a light scowl taunting him.

"So what's up?" he asked, sitting down next to him. Lin crossed his arms, sitting up as well, stubborn as ever.

"Alright you don't have to tell me," he chuckled, placing a hand on his back, tilting his head.

He watched Miranda take a few shaky breaths, eyes jumping- to his eyes, to the bed, to the window....

Jon's brow furrowed. He wiped a tear that fell with his thumb. He didn't know what was going on because this wasn't Lin's usual pissy bullshit. He wanted to know. He didn't like the tears. Tears ruined the fun, could stop waves of anger in a single drop.

Sadness was behind the anger too much these days.