So when I came back from my one week vacation when I didn't even finish Fire Emblem: Awakening yet I suddenly got really into Fire Emblem: Fates... don't even ask me how even though it hasn't even come to the western countries- EVEN I DON'T KNOW (blame Takumi =w=" no, seriously, I'm probably gonna pick Hoshido because of him)

I think that this is going to be ending soon, probably one more chapter, and looking back on this... wow, this has been one emotional trip =w=" (This chapter seems a bit repetitious but it's partially because of the switching back and forth of the awkwardness). I don't think it really matters to the people who were dedicated to just this story but since this is the second story that is now finished the poll is now closed, just to let you guys know.

Next thing the angel knew the door slammed open making his eyes shoot wide open and cringe a bit. Welp, so much for a peaceful nap. Whoever slammed the door open that loud also scared the poor parakeet away.

He slowly sits up and turns to the door to see a fairly calm looking Red walking over to his bed. Odd.

"Did Samus finish her story?" Pit asked.

"Yep." Red said with a very stoic face. Again, Odd.

"How... do you feel about it?" Pit asked, feeling a bit awkward seeing how fine Red was. Honestly, he would have expected a furious Red from the loud door slam that would have grabbed him, slapped him, and throw him out of a window.

"I want to slap you and throw you out of a window." welp, there it is!

Pit slowly backed up into the wall with his head right underneath the window, "I-Is that s-so?"

Man was this awkward when they sat in silence.

Once the seemingly angry Red sighed, he showed a more troubled look on his face. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck as he paced back and forth, as though he was trying to find more fitting words for this situation.

His actions were more fitting for his awkward-self but it still confused Pit.

Red yet again sighs once he stopped pacing back and forth and holds out his hand.

The angel blinks yet again at another one of the trainer's odd gestures. What was he supposed to do? Put his hand on his? Give him some sort of treat? Was he trying to pull him up on his feet?

Obviously he wasn't going to say anything anytime soon so Pit settled with putting his hand on Red's. Pit silently stared at their hands, Red silently stared at Pit.

Nothing happened.

"Are you going to say anything?" Pit slowly asked as he looked up to Red with his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, "People are going to get the wrong idea if they come in, you know..."

"Hey, at least we're not hugging," Red muttered under his breath as he averted his gaze to the wall.

"Red, your gestures are too vague for me to understand," Pit sighed tiredly as he returned his gaze to their hands.

"Give it to me."

Pit jolts at the extremely vague line and looks up to Red again. A more calm yet serious expression was showing.

"Hah?" the angel then noticed how Red was now firmly gripping his hand.

"Your pain," Red said, "Give it to me."

His eyes widen, but then averts his eyes rather guiltily along with his hand shakily and tightly gripping his firm grip, "I... don't understand still-"

"DON'T SAY THAT CRAP!"

Pit flinched. He slowly looked back to Red, looking a bit more aggressive than usual. There was a flicker of sadness in his eyes that Pit saw.

"Listen, I don't know why people do this, but holding everything in is the most ridiculous thing people do. People including me and you.

"You say it's so you don't trouble others or because you're strong for others' sake. Maybe one of those is the truth, but really, you're afraid of showing how weak you are. No one is that kind without losing to vanity. In a way, we all show our vanity in one way or another to protect our weak side or 'imperfect' side.

"You're one of those people who don't want to trouble others. In fact, you're so afraid of more people hating you that you don't want to burden us with your problems!"

Red's expression then remarkably softened, "Pit, you don't realize that holding in all of your feelings makes your heart hurt even more. There's only so much a heart can take before it cracks and shatters along with the body. The only way to make this burden lighter is to spread it, to release it, to tell others.

"So what if others say you just want attention by showing how hurt you are? It's the truth. You want attention because you're not getting the right attention at where you're living. You need that attention so that it feels like your life is worth something.

"In the end, you either get that attention, or learn that everyone's life is worth something, no matter the type of person you are."

"Pit, please give me some of your burden," Red sheepishly smiles, "So you feel better, so you know you're worth something, so you know everyone here including your best friend won't hate you like those bullies."

To say the injured boy was baffled wasn't even enough to explain what he was feeling right now. All he could do was stare at their hands. As he did so he could feel the tears dripping down his cheeks.

"Re...d...!" Pit slowly squeezed his eyes shut and cringed as the tears continued to flow endlessly, gripping Red's hand as tightly as possible.

"There, there..." Red said soothingly, squeezing his hand back in reassurance.