From the look on Eugene’s face, it was clear that he did not completely believe the young man. “Long days are not normally known to cause such an outburst of emotion. I would say that something else is troubling you.” His eyes trailed up to the stairs. “If I am correct, and I usually am, I would say that would be the cause of your sorrows.”
Blaine could tell that Eugene wasn’t buying his flimsy excuse. Not that he could blame him. It was an outright awful, panicked one he came up on the spot. Biting into his lip, he studied the man closely and dug deep to find the courage to talk about why he was sitting alone in the state he was in. Okay, mostly bothering him. A surface scratch, a test of the waters to see if they could really talk. “Please don’t say anything? You don’t have to answer me..but..? Doesn’t this place ever terrify you?”
The sound of crying was not a rare sound in the Sanctuary. It could usually be heard at least once a day if you were standing within the walls. However, Eugene still wasn’t used to hearing it constantly. When he heard it, he usually tried to investigate where it was coming from just in case he could lend a hand. This time, he found a young man alone, crying. “Is there something wrong?”
The staircase felt impossible to climb halfway up the wrought iron steps. Blaine gave up, legs too heavy to make it. With no one around, which was a blessing in disguise, his rear hit the metal and elbows dug into his knees. The heels of both hands dug into the hollows of his eyes and he broke down. Crying in a place like this wasn’t going to do anyone any good. As a matter of fact, it could do them a whole lot worse depending on the reasons why and what it might imply. Staring at Negan’s left hand man, or so that’s what Blaine labelled him in his short time here, the younger of the pair swallowed and tried to pass of his reasons as NOTHING. “Hello. I.. It’s been a long day is all. Sorry. I didn’t know anyone else was around..”