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(The fear of opening one's eyes)
Aiden could practically taste the irony in his mouth as he attempted to form coherent words, a proper explanation or excuse that would stop that cold stare of Emilio's from burning holes right through him. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, leaving him looking rather like a fish out of water.
Emilio cocked an eyebrow and deadpanned, "Well?" as if he had expected anything different from his housemate.
"...I've been framed?" He tried, feebly, flinching as he saw the hazel-eyed stare grow noticeably more chilled with every word. "...Okay, yeah, I didn't think that would work. What do you want me to say?"
"I'd like you to say, truthfully, that it wasn't your fault, and that you didn't bomb that warehouse, and that when you disappear for days on end it's because you're out visiting your family out in the country or wherever the fuck your morals are."
Aiden buried his face in his hands, fingers digging into his forehead as he
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