let me go

"Qrow, no," Clover breathes, his hands finding Qrow's and clasping them tightly, plastering on a smile in a pathetic attempt to convince the elder. "No. I like working with you. This wasn't your luck- I should've been more prepared." He squeezes Qrow's hands, flashing his teeth in a pained grin. "Don't talk like that. I'm fine."

Qrow does not care. Clover's protests fall upon deaf ears. He takes in a shuddering breath, releasing in all in one go as he finally forces the words upon which he has been stewing the whole time.

"I… Clover, I can't lose you too."