Fics like one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge i'm on

This time, Scar's smile visibly twists, turns into something bitter that Grian hasn't seen in his face before. "It's okay, Grian," he says. "I'm comfortable here, you don't need to do this." Grian blinks, confused. "I—do what?" Scar raises an eyebrow at him and tucks a strand of hair behind his pointed ear. "You're being nice," Scar says, discarding a blue fabric. Grian privately agrees, it's gaudy. "And it's sweet, really, but I'm okay." "Scar, that's not—" Grian shakes his head. "That's ridiculous! I'm not just being nice!" Scar looks up at him from where he's folded on the floor, grasping at velvet, and he suddenly looks very small and very tired. "Sure," he says, and the tone makes Grian bristle, despite himself. "Scar," he says, trying to keep calm. "Why would I do that? When have I ever been nice to anyone just for the sake of it? You're my friend—scratch that, you're our friend!" Scar huffs a little laugh and Grian watches him, helpless. "I—where is this coming from, man?" (Or, Grian and Scar deal with some of the fallout from Last Life.)

Fics like one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge i'm on

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