Snippet #2603705

Xabier sat quietly listening to Harper pouring his heart out, moving his hands away from him when necessary.

"They fucking hate me, Xabi. Most of them anyways. They've hated me for years, and I can't say I blame them. But now I have to play nice, but how the hell am I supposed to do that? Even if I try, they'll probably just think I'm some fake fucking phony and hate me even more. I could...I could be the most genuinely nicest person I can be, and they'd fucking think I was doing it for the attention. They think I'm some goddamn attention whore. What am I supposed to do then? Disappear? Not do anything?"
The sadness emanating from Harper was almost unbearable. It shouldn't be this way, he thought, it should be the two of us laughing about something stupid.
"You shouldn't have to deal with this..."
Xabier leaned in slowly and interrupted him, the shadows covering their faces from prying eyes.

"Harper, babe..." He murmured pulling away slightly. "I'm sorry that you feel that way. I'm so sorry."
Watching someone he cared about crying always left him like stone, frozen and stoic.
Harper was a mess, all teary and static. The way he had been increasingly sad and erratic lately and Xabier hadn't noticed/put it together. He had been too obsessed with himself.
The night was a deep navy and the shadows subtly twisted around him. Things were changing, he could feel it in the air. But whether it was for the best he wasn't sure.

"You're not a fuck up, you are considerate and funny and I never feel lonely when you're around. So don't think that way... And if they don't see you for who you are, then they aren't worth hurting over..."
He sensed that this wasn't a good enough solution though. It was easier said than done. Xabier understood that already.
Harper was trying his best to cover his wet face with his hands. He didn't need to, Xabi wouldn't hurt him.
"It's okay, cry as much as you need."
He pulled him gently into a hug letting him rest there.
He read somewhere that crying isn't necessarily about only sadness, it also signifies that a person is alive. And he was so relieved to see Harper alive. He interlocked their fingers together.
"Trust me, it's going to be alright. So you can cry. We'll deal with everything else tomorrow."

He looked about and noticed the several Guardians about the place.... Something was wrong. Well, apart from the obvious. But it was probably best not to get involved. There was enough upset for tonight and Xabier just wanted to make sure that Harper wasn't left alone tonight. Whatever was going on he'd have to leave to the Guardians to sort out by themselves, even though he barely trusted any of them.
He felt the urge to leave this place. Something really wasn't sitting well and he didn't know why.

"Do you think you'd be able to go back inside?" His eyes widening in realisation of how that sounded, so heartless. He squeezed the other guy's hand lightly, feeling suddenly hesitant. "I..I mean like stay with me.... because I hate being alone...."
Translation: he didn't want Harper alone and he wouldn't be able to sleep thinking about a possible second attempt anyway.
Also he wanted some privacy.

He waited patiently and looked everywhere but Harper, purposely avoiding looking at the wound.