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tony in no way wanted to hurt him.

he was a small, chubby man with a skin that was a mix of a ocean blue and a land green. his skin was the prettiest thing to him--he was, legitmemtally, a globe.

he was always sidetracked, forgotton. at best he was nothing. at worst he was something and that something was always terrible.

gilbert didn't trust hin at first, which was good in tonys eyes. tony didn't deserve his trust that fast. but once he finally got him to laugh and smile...

he crashed it. it dissolved into the air they breathed and gilbert choked and cried and tony screamed and smashed the glass bottle against the table and told him to leave.

it was never his fault that night. he didn't want to hurt him. he wanted to hurt himself

"i know i'm an ass, gil." he heaved and looked down, wiping gilbert's ocean blue tears off his face for him. "i understand if you hate me."

gilbert shot up. "that's the fucking problem."

"i can't hate you for the life of me."