Whumptober Day 2: Confrontation
TW: vague references to noncon, references to institutionalized slavery, much angst.
Notes: ~3/4 months into the first contract.
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“Why did you do it?” Leo asked one night, in a moment of uncharacteristic boldness. They were sitting in the living room watching the news. Well, Luke was watching; Leo was curled up on the floor, back against the sofa, thumbing through a book he found that morning in a neighborhood library box.
A woman was talking on the TV, and next to her, a long-term worker, seemingly happy enough, easily nodding along with her support of the contracted worker system. The moment the segment started, Leo’s shoulders had tensed up, but he kept his eyes on the pages of his book.
Luke watched in his peripheries as Leo winced at something that was said, but didn’t catch what specifically caused it.
Luke grabbed the remote, and, finger on the power button, he asked, “Do you mind if I turn it off?”
It was what sparked the question, an unquestionably loaded one, whose undercurrents now fill the silence.
Why did you do it?
