Hartley watched Harry, knowing that he was helpless here. All he could do was ring for a nurse, because they'd have the equipment to clean this up. All he could do was look at his lover and realise that he wasn't good enough to help him. If he was smarter, had better connection, had started sooner. If he could somehow advance science all by himself...
Instead he'd tried to ask his parents for funding and gotten no answer from his mother. Told that he deserved to die of AIDS by his father. And all the anger he had was as useless as his sadness and his fear.
"It's not-- You didn't do anything. This fucking disease isn't some punishment, it's just senseless and cruel and I hate it." He wanted to cry, but he was trying to be strong here, for whatever reason. So he could wrap his arms around Harry and hold him, for all the good that didn't do. "You're so strong. You'll-- I'll keep working on it. Treatment. Cure. I'm not that far off, you know? I got some correspondence going too, some blokes in America think what I'm doing is promising."
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Instead he'd tried to ask his parents for funding and gotten no answer from his mother. Told that he deserved to die of AIDS by his father. And all the anger he had was as useless as his sadness and his fear.
"It's not-- You didn't do anything. This fucking disease isn't some punishment, it's just senseless and cruel and I hate it." He wanted to cry, but he was trying to be strong here, for whatever reason. So he could wrap his arms around Harry and hold him, for all the good that didn't do. "You're so strong. You'll-- I'll keep working on it. Treatment. Cure. I'm not that far off, you know? I got some correspondence going too, some blokes in America think what I'm doing is promising."