let me go

"You can't be serious," he whispers.

"I am," Clover replies.

"Brothers, no-"

"No gods right now, remember? No one but you, me, and our luck."

Qrow jumps at that, desperate to latch onto some modicum of sense, because if he is understanding Clover correctly, then this whole thing is colossally terrible idea and he needs to cut it off. Now.

But wouldn't we look good together?

That tiny question makes him almost gag. Yeah, yeah they would. If Clover is serious about this, then-

No, I can't. I have to be the stronger one here.

The green increases, and Clover's arms wrap around his shoulders, and Qrow wants to be weak more than ever before.