[ The hand on Stefan's shoulder goes slack. Damon's dead. His vampire brother is dead, just as easily as Seth's own vampire brother could be dead. Seth thinks back to Lusiana, his reunion with Richie where he failed to say all the things he told the mirror before. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for getting caught trying to avenge our piece of shit father. Sorry for leaving you alone for years. For dragging you to Mexico. For letting you die. For telling you to stay away. He's trying so hard in all his deeds, but words so often fail him.
He should have said something to his brother on that ship.
But he didn't.
He pushes all those thoughts aside because they're selfish even when they're not, zeroing in on Stefan. It takes him a moment, so he sets down the bottle. When he recovers, it's at full force, like always. Seth remembers seeing Richie's limp body, shirt soaked with blood, feeling the weight of that loss when Ranger Gonzales told him you're brother's gone. There is no feeling like it. You can't possibly imagine it, if you've never felt it — if you've never lost someone that you would die to protect.
The floor disappears from under you, and if you don't find something to hold onto, you'll fall.
Once he gathers himself, Seth wraps his arms around Stefan, the movement just as sure as last time (in the avalanche). There are no words for this; a deed is the best he can do, and holding someone has always been his go to method, as if he can pull them back together with the action. ]
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He should have said something to his brother on that ship.
But he didn't.
He pushes all those thoughts aside because they're selfish even when they're not, zeroing in on Stefan. It takes him a moment, so he sets down the bottle. When he recovers, it's at full force, like always. Seth remembers seeing Richie's limp body, shirt soaked with blood, feeling the weight of that loss when Ranger Gonzales told him you're brother's gone. There is no feeling like it. You can't possibly imagine it, if you've never felt it — if you've never lost someone that you would die to protect.
The floor disappears from under you, and if you don't find something to hold onto, you'll fall.
Once he gathers himself, Seth wraps his arms around Stefan, the movement just as sure as last time (in the avalanche). There are no words for this; a deed is the best he can do, and holding someone has always been his go to method, as if he can pull them back together with the action. ]