Fear looks a lot like anger, a lot like malice when the light hits it. Today was one those days. Spotlighting all of her fears, all of her abandonment issues, all of the trauma that Hazel pretended to be well adjusted and over (though that mask had been slipping lately too), led them to shine through in the worst way. It's not his fault. She knows it's not his fault.
Vulnerability is the only way to really show that the fear is just that-- fear. Not resisting as Bas pulled her close, Hazel is reminded how much safer she feels beside him. "The future is coming at us a lot faster than we think." Her emotions are still raw, and perhaps the drunkenness leaves Hazel more open to speaking her mind. Fuck. "Not just for us, but for..." Hazel gave a vague gesture around them, though it's dampened by the hold he has on her. She doesn't fight it, doesn't shy from the way that she brushes against him with the gesture either.
"You're not an idiot, we've just had two different experiences when we've come to fathers." Hazel makes a joke, the corners of her lips twitching. Dark humor is a coping mechanism, right? "I love you. I trust you." Though it would take some time for the wound to scab over, the bruise to heal, she wasn't going to let this destroy her. She's better than that. They're better than that. Knocking her forehead against his cheek, Hazel let go a soft sigh. "Why's he mad at the old man anyway?"
