Snippet #2431166

Beck Hades.

"I'm sorry I screamed at you. I get defensive. Nobody ever confronts me about anything. I don't know how to deal with it when they do."

Beck exhaled lightly, running his fingertips through his hair with his spare hand like he usually did when he was trying to place together words in a sentence. He rarely found that difficult to do, what with his overly confident attitude and normally being slick enough to role compliments and cover up statements off his tongue when ever needed.

However, sometimes he struggled for words when he was neither "Flirty Beck Hades" or "Leader of the Shards". It may have sounded odd but Beck found it difficult to be someone who was not acting or fitting to a needed role; he could not be himself when he did not know who himself was anymore. "I know, I know. I approached it wrongly, so I'm sorry too." He said with a low tone. "I mean you saw me with some guy who looked like his face had been run over by a truck right? You were bound to ask questions, I was not right to go prying into sensitive areas just because you were curious,"

"When are you being discharged? Are they going to help you with...this?"
"I-It was a..."
"They were told it was an accident. I'll leave tomorrow. You don't need help when it's just an accident."

The youth let out a roar of a snarl and had to grit his teeth in order to stop curse words and angry comments escaping. His breaths were heavy and uneven, eyes cruelly narrowed as though examining in detail what she had just said. "If that's what your parents have told them they need stabbing through the eyes...Sorry if that offends you. Alan told me the same thing too but I guess its different for him, his job is on the line." Beck pulled a arm around her as she curled into his chest, once again stroking her soft pale skin upon her arm for comfort purposes and also the fact her could not resist her touch.

"You know you could go and get..." He stopped, closing his jaws with a click of his teeth and lowering his head. It was likely that Elisa did not even want help, and he did not want to start a argument once again and so he lead the conversation down another path, though it was very similar. "I used to be on Benzodiazepines, after I got caught up with the whole gang thing I was very skittish and panicky. They helped me... Have you not ever thought about just...talking to someone? You don't have to have medication."

A dark humorous thought echoed in Becks mind. He wondered how many meds he would need to take to cool down after revealing his identity to a good number of bastards who would not mind him dead...