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There was a pang in his chest, not unfamiliar but still rather unwelcome, as he heard the front door close, it couldn't be any other door but that as he recognized the direction of the sound. He didn't look, it wasn't that he was frightened to check in case the Dane actually had left, except that was exactly why. He didn't want to be proven correct.
When had things ended up like this? How had everything gotten so messed up? He didn't know, but he could pinpoint where it all started. With himself. It had been entirely his fault that things were like this, it was all because of him. If only he'd kept his mouth shut, if only he'd learned to just- stop it.
He couldn't afford to think like this, couldn't let himself fall into that darkness once more. He couldn't, wouldn't, didn't want to. He didn't want for anyone to find him like this, again. Bile rose in his throat at just the thought and he bit down on his tongue, hard, to keep himself from throwing up. He wasn't weak.
The light touch of skin, a hand, over his startled him and his eyes flashed open, his head turning, and he gazed in confusion at Denmark. He hadn't gone, after all, he'd stayed. And he'd been quiet.
It was entirely unlike him and Norway didn't understand, something that must've been obvious on his face, for once, because Dan gave him a light grin, "You didn't really think I was gonna leave you all alone while you're like this, yeah?"