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david struggled to keep his hands at his sides, head tilted back from where miguel had a grip on his hair and tears pooling in his eyes. he knew better than to fight back at all. especially when miguel's other hand rested on his shirt just below his neck. “‘m sorry.”
he had tried to control himself, truly. but when he saw douglas look over at the other, all that went out the window. the razor was in his hand and he was moving before he knew it. at least he had enough control to stop before killing the other. he'd just roughed him up a little bit. hadn't even really stabbed him. well. he stabbed him a little, but it was nothing he hadn't done to douglas before in various altercations. all things considered, he'd done pretty good. just not good enough.
he was trembling with rage at himself.
"I didn't tell you about him so that you would go after him," miguel seethed. david managed a small nod.
"the way he looked at you-" the barest movement of miguel's hand was enough to stop his excuse in its tracks. "I'm sorry."
miguel scoffed and turned away from him. at the very least david knew better than to move to follow him. even if he did, he knew he’d get no acknowledgement from the other. he had to fix this. he hadn’t fucked up beyond redemption this time.
it would be easier if he could just tell miguel what he had seen in douglas’s eyes. he was planning something of his own. whatever reason he had for letting miguel get close to him, it wasn’t what the other thought it was.