Cameron wanted to hide in his cloak and scream to the world that is wasn’t okay. Someone who had been so close and so dear to him had suddenly dropped off of their perch and died right in front of him. He watched him die. He could’ve done something! It was his fault. Entirely. He could've helped and saved his life. But he— Cameron— didn’t.
“It’s okay to feel things,” Casey said, feeling she should clarify. “Who is gone, Cam?”
Cameron inhaled deeplg again, only to cut off in another quiet sob. His shoulders heaved slightly and he squeezed his face. Stop! Stop! He willed himself, shaking his head.
“”Crying is cleansing. There's a reason for tears, happiness or sadness.” Do not be afraid or ashamed of your tears, Cam. I mean it. There is no judgment here.”
Cameron shook his head quickly, hating himself for his shaking shoulders and sobs. Each one sounded intolerable and weak. Because he was. He was meek, stupid, and worthless when he cried.
“No? Are you saying there is judgement here? That I am wrong? That you’re less human or unworthy for doing this?”
Cameron let out a sigh he could barely afford. He didn’t want her around if she was going to be sharp and scolding. He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly shook his head again.
Casey sighed and pulled her hand from Cameron’s back to her lap, noticing how her tone and words affected him. This was not her, and she could not be like this with her friends in moments like this. “What happened?” she asked quietly, letting the question hang in the silence.
Cameron rubbed his face again. “Someone… someone in the C.A. passed last night.” He bit his tongue after the sentence, shutting his eyes to squeeze back tears.
(Does Casey know who Flax is? Like has Cam talked about him before?)
Can I join?? I can be like a weapons maker and make like tiny cameras, spy weapons, etc??))
(hello Moxie is back. Do you mean as an extra character or part of the group? edit: oh yeah we kinda have a weapons maker already)
(Is there any way I can join? If not I'll just stalk)
(Do you mean as part of the group or just part of the rp?)
(Where ever there's space lol, it doesn't matter to me)
(just throwing it out there M, but StarkSpangledBanner could be an informant like character. someone who gathers intel and what not.)
(oh, that's a good idea. I could do that, but I also have possible another idea. Let me pm you)
(you. it's not letting me do it. would you mind trying to pm me? sorry)
(Does Casey know who Flax is? Like has Cam talked about him before?)
(No, Cameron doesn’t talk about the C.A.s to anyone.)
Cameron rubbed his face again. “Someone… someone in the C.A. passed last night.” He bit his tongue after the sentence, shutting his eyes to squeeze back tears.
"Oh Cam," Casey whispered, her hand going back to his arm. "Were . . . were you close?"
Cameron inhaled deeply and nodded. “He helped me get in. He’s the reason my sisters are alive.”
“So was he important to the C.A?” Casey asked.
Cameron nodded again. “He was the husband to the woman who made it.” He had no idea how he was staying calm in the situation. Perhaps it was Casey.
“When did it happen?”
(Sorry for the short response, I’m in chem rn)
(It’s fine)
Cameron sighed deeply. “Yesterday. Last night.”