Miguel O'Hara x (male character)

5.

“Where do you want to start? What can I tell you about me?” Miguel asks curiously, wanting to make him feel heard and understood.

Daemon smiled, thinking that he shouldn't worry about what he had listened to. "Where do we meet each other the first time?"

Daemon didn't remember that his first encounter had been fighting in one of the many Kingpin lairs. That time, he had escaped like many others, but that was his first encounter ever.

"I was... I was hunting you down," Miguel reveals quietly, ashamed at having to admit it. He tries to find the right words to explain it, to make it sound less horrible. "I was after you," he continues, "but when I realized there was more to you than that, that you deserved better, I... I let you go."

Miguel sighs, meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry I tried to capture you," he says truthfully. "I should have known I wasn't seeing the full picture then."

"What? Why?" Daemon couldn't understand his words. His head was starting to hurt. But suddenly, he opened his eyes with a little panic, realizing something.

Miguel’s eyes widen when he reacts like that, and he places a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Daemon, what’s wrong?” he asks softly. “Is something going on? Do you remember something new?”

Miguel watches him carefully, not moving his hand from where it is. He doesn’t want to scare or overwhelm him, but he does seem worried. “I’ll be here for you if you want to tell me anything at all, okay?”

Daemon stepped back when Miguel tried to touch him. He wanted answers. "Answer me. Why were you trying to capture me? Who..." He doubted after asking."Who was I?"

When Daemon pulls away, Miguel stays perfectly still, doing as he’s ordered. “You used to be a criminal,” he explains quietly, the words almost bitter in his mouth as he says them; he doesn’t seem to like having to say it, and it’s hard to keep the remorse out of his voice, too. “You and some other people, you would steal, steal a LOT. I... I was hired to catch you.”

Miguel sighs, meeting his eyes. “I hope you understand,” he says sadly. “This is my job.”

Daemon couldn't believe it. It had to be a bad joke. "Shut up." he whispered to a sudden voice in his head.

"Stop joking, Miguel, this is not funny." In Daemon's face, he could see that he was slightly angry. "I could never be a criminal."

Miguel’s eyes are wide, and he swallows hard as he notices his expression. “I’m not joking, Daemon….” His voice is quiet, as if he’s afraid to say what he’s going to say out loud. “You were a thief. I’m sorry.”

Miguel seems slightly ashamed, like he’s disappointed in himself. But it’s not like he could change the past, so all he can do is look down and sigh. “I never want to make you feel bad about it. You don’t have to be ashamed.”

Daemon covered his ears, nodding in negativity while walking backward until he collided with the wall, getting as far away from Miguel as possible and closing his eyes furiously. "Shut up and leave!" He  shouted.

Miguel stares at him, still in shock. It’s unlike him to react this way. He’s not used to seeing him behave like this.

“Daemon, what… What is it?” he asks, his voice softer now. “Talk to me, please….” Miguel takes a step towards him as he speaks, his tone gentle. He doesn’t want to force or scare him, and he doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries.

"I said, shut up!" Daemon looked angry, looking at Miguel with little fear. He was breathing heavily, like he had some kind of panic attack. "Just... go away, leave." he said before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, hugging his legs to his chest and closing his eyes to hold back the sudden pain in his head.

Miguel watches him, his heart aching a little as he sees him react like this. It’s so unlike him, and he’s obviously hurting him somehow. And he doesn’t want to cause him pain, especially in this way.

“Alright. I’ll go,” Miguel says quietly, backing towards the door. “I’m sorry, Daemon.”

He pauses at the door, looking back at him with wide eyes. “Please… come find me when you want.” And with that, he leaves the room.