You couldn't really put an expiry date on emotion. No matter what Shawn seemed to think.
Hunter had seen him at his best, and at his worst. His highest and his lowest. Sometimes the two were simultaneous.
But still he loved him, no matter what hurtful bile Shawn purged upon him.
He accepted it all, sometimes with open arms.
Every grievance, every rant. Just let the sour breath waft over him, let the torrent of self rejection rage against him.
Because when Shawn aimed it at Hunter he was desperate.
And the least he could do was be a life raft for the drowning man to hold onto.
