#hyde truthers - which is me - seeing the endless possibilities for angst: ah yes good soup

[tojisun]

ngl i'm about to fist fight the whole 141 for hyde 🥊 the poor thing deserves real affection and a couple of praises

(this was sent after this drabble and this blurb)

hyde deserves all the love they can get, and they could only get so much from kyle and john (we'll not even pretend that they get some from simon nor johnny because that is the can of worms of hwwl is!!) </3

...no because i think about how hyde stayed up awake that night in the safe house, waiting, thinking, before swallowing the bitter truth that leaving is the only best option.

i think about talking to price about it; how he must've talked you out of it. how he had asked if there was any other way he could help - he could've helped - and telling him that, well, it was never up to him.

i think about price telling you to... forgive them.

(in your wearied state, it sounded, more than anything else, as though john had chosen a side.)

kyle still has your number. hell, he's the only one who even stayed in touch (damning, isn't it? that not even johnny did). the messages are sparse, the calls even more so, but you both didn't need much more anyway because whatever you two have was bigger than yourselves.

you have always been used to only getting scraps, and then kyle came and showed you how to triumph even with just the crumbs.

(you've tried to kiss him once, but he pulled away and took you to see the stars. it wasn't a rejection, much like your kiss wasn't an act of love, but there, underneath the blanket of stars, you and kyle shared a tender moment. it was so soft it felt unreal.

it felt too good to be true.)