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Immure
Most people looked at Tony and only saw his frat boy party mask. They didn’t see his sweetness. They didn’t see how he helped his elderly neighbors. They didn’t see how he redirected Gibbs anger, often, towards himself to spare others. They completely missed the depth of his true persona.
Of course, that was the way Tony wanted it. After his childhood, he’d immured himself in his own mind. It was the only way he knew to survive the vitriol his father spewed. Periodically, he couldn’t prevent hints of his true self from leaking out, but he tried his best to keep it confined. A lifetime of hurt had taught him that he couldn’t be himself for that would only be opening himself up to be hurt by others.
