"I'm just gonna disappoint you too," he counters, even if he doesn't pull away. He's too selfish for that, wants to soak in the contact as long as he can even if he knows he doesn't deserve it, regardless of how Munson feels.

"I poison everything I touch, you'll figure it out eventually."

It's all he's ever been taught, after all. Not worth anything better. It's better Munson figures that out now before he ruins him like everything else. But he clings anyway, buries his face against his shoulder and cries snot and tears and everything else into the metalhead's shirt, hating himself for the weakness but unable to hold it back.

This. This is why his own father couldn't fucking stand him. Because he was a weak piece of shit who cried like a little bitch, because he couldn't even pretend to be a man for more than five minutes at a time.