[ No matter how practiced Sam's gotten at regulating his own emotions and keeping himself from prying into people's heads, it's not perfect, and it's a hell of a lot harder to completely block someone else's. Especially when they're this intense, and especially when they resonate so deep in Sam. Shit, he's just glad Shiro's not in his brood right now, or he'd been feeling this even worse.
But he'd already learned to do this with Barnes, when his broodmate was cracking and bleeding all over him. He learned to take it in like a sponge, soak up the pain and fear and guilt and everything else and let it go. Keep himself from getting caught up without forcing his own calm out, without stifling what Shiro's feeling.
As shitty as it is, Sam knows that sometimes letting yourself feel it can be real fucking important. ]
I know. I didn't, either. Lot of people don't.
[ He takes a few steps forward, telegraphing his movements real damn clear, nice and slow. Because Shiro looks like he's about to cry - Sam can feel how close he is to crying - and there's no way in hell that Sam's not going to offer to be a shoulder for that. He reaches out, slow and easy, stopping short of touching the guy and letting his hand linger like an invitation. ]
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But he'd already learned to do this with Barnes, when his broodmate was cracking and bleeding all over him. He learned to take it in like a sponge, soak up the pain and fear and guilt and everything else and let it go. Keep himself from getting caught up without forcing his own calm out, without stifling what Shiro's feeling.
As shitty as it is, Sam knows that sometimes letting yourself feel it can be real fucking important. ]
I know. I didn't, either. Lot of people don't.
[ He takes a few steps forward, telegraphing his movements real damn clear, nice and slow. Because Shiro looks like he's about to cry - Sam can feel how close he is to crying - and there's no way in hell that Sam's not going to offer to be a shoulder for that. He reaches out, slow and easy, stopping short of touching the guy and letting his hand linger like an invitation. ]
Can I?