All ye know how ta do is push 'nd push, lass.

Chris O'Shaughnessy cursed that damn coal mine every goddamned mornin' he woke, feelin' that shooting pain in his right leg 'nd hearing the screams of his friends dyin' around him. He was trying to move on from all that, 'an avoid gettin' caught in the past. Lord knows he dreamt of it all he enough.

And then ye come along. Stumbling lass, tripping over her words and askin' him questions. Yer tryin' to da a good thing, 'an he can see that. Doesn't change the fact that Chris doesn't want to feckin' talk to ya.

CW: PTSD, chronic pain, survivor's guilt, gruff mean man who's bitter about the past, irish accent.

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