[ Alberto wants to be comforted by Luca's pats on the back, and on some level, he is; but his mind is reeling, and he's none too practiced at receiving comfort. He has so little experience in leaning on others in times of need. He's had to deal with nearly every major problem he's ever had all on his own, with the exception of having Luca's help navigating the human world — and Bruno's. Even for as much progress he has made, when the going gets rough, solitude is still his comfort zone; it's yet another thing he shared in common with Bruno — which he's certain Bruno wouldn't encourage in him now. He's supposed to lean on people now, now that he has people to lean on. That's how it's supposed to work, right? But it's easier said than done. Even with Luca.
He lets Luca pat his back for a moment, but still doesn't turn to him. He just hugs himself tighter. He still feels an anger brewing in him, his tears hot on his face, brows knitted tightly. He knows that isn't the right feeling, but that's the feeling he feels. He remembers the way he lashed out at Luca the night before the race, when Luca had tried to comfort him about their argument; Luca maybe kind of deserved that temper then, but he definitely didn't deserve Alberto's anger now. Wise words from another Madrigal come to mind, Dolores once again, remembering sound advice she gave him the first time they met, a surprisingly deep introduction for Alberto: "There are no bad emotions. What matters is how you express them."
He feels another wave of grief crash over him, inhaling with a sharp sniffle as he chokes back a sob, and before he can ruin anything by overreacting, he rushes to his feet abruptly, crossing the room in brisk, sweeping steps toward the bathroom, hugging himself all the while. "There are ways to be angry that don't harm the people who care about you." How are the Madrigals all so good at not being angry? Bruno never got angry at Alberto even once — except maybe the day Alberto didn't respond to his texts or calls because he was distracted when Luca showed up; but even then, it was more fear than anger. Fear Alberto had disappeared without warning... a fear Alberto hadn't taken seriously enough back then.
He slams the bathroom door behind him and locks himself inside, still hugging himself shakily as he slips down to the floor — still swallowing his sobs even in private. ]
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Date: 2022-12-16 05:44 am (UTC)He lets Luca pat his back for a moment, but still doesn't turn to him. He just hugs himself tighter. He still feels an anger brewing in him, his tears hot on his face, brows knitted tightly. He knows that isn't the right feeling, but that's the feeling he feels. He remembers the way he lashed out at Luca the night before the race, when Luca had tried to comfort him about their argument; Luca maybe kind of deserved that temper then, but he definitely didn't deserve Alberto's anger now. Wise words from another Madrigal come to mind, Dolores once again, remembering sound advice she gave him the first time they met, a surprisingly deep introduction for Alberto: "There are no bad emotions. What matters is how you express them."
He feels another wave of grief crash over him, inhaling with a sharp sniffle as he chokes back a sob, and before he can ruin anything by overreacting, he rushes to his feet abruptly, crossing the room in brisk, sweeping steps toward the bathroom, hugging himself all the while. "There are ways to be angry that don't harm the people who care about you." How are the Madrigals all so good at not being angry? Bruno never got angry at Alberto even once — except maybe the day Alberto didn't respond to his texts or calls because he was distracted when Luca showed up; but even then, it was more fear than anger. Fear Alberto had disappeared without warning... a fear Alberto hadn't taken seriously enough back then.
He slams the bathroom door behind him and locks himself inside, still hugging himself shakily as he slips down to the floor — still swallowing his sobs even in private. ]