I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
"Yeah," he drags out a long sigh, weary with all the weight of, well everything here. As peaceful as she's made this room, it doesn't seem to be having the effect at relaxing him. "Sorry, for earlier." That kind of future worries him too, since he can't seem to look at her for long without the moonlight of memory spilling in on some edge or another.
His mouth firms up again, set with something a little more sad than he wants to admit. "Don't do that," he says with whisper-softness, unable to rouse anything stronger when she's just dealt him the second worst blow of the evening, the first being when he entered and finally laid eyes on how okay she was. Did she truly think so little of his decision? That it's not the ruinous want of her, the complete adoration of every part of her, and just the after effect of gummy worms? Fuck, maybe he took the words she let spill in the bedroom too much to heart.
"Don't whittle my choice down to such meaningless reasons." Confessing it all to her now would just make him look stupid, and it doesn't serve either of them for all they're trying to maintain going forward. Still, he'd not hear it tossed around so carelessly, like loving her had been nothing more than a coincidence. He flicks his gaze away, sitting back on his ass as he slumps into one hand over a pulled up knee. He needs something to support the heaviness settling in his chest.
"You sure as shit don't deserve it," he counters, but the bite is gone, just flat with something too near defeat. She's just as stubborn, it would seem. Maybe more so, because he's not certain how much longer he can keep listening to her take the blame over and over.
"You don't have to worry about this," maybe a new angle of attack. "None of this is your problem." She has more than enough, he should not have laid his out too.
His mouth firms up again, set with something a little more sad than he wants to admit. "Don't do that," he says with whisper-softness, unable to rouse anything stronger when she's just dealt him the second worst blow of the evening, the first being when he entered and finally laid eyes on how okay she was. Did she truly think so little of his decision? That it's not the ruinous want of her, the complete adoration of every part of her, and just the after effect of gummy worms? Fuck, maybe he took the words she let spill in the bedroom too much to heart.
"Don't whittle my choice down to such meaningless reasons." Confessing it all to her now would just make him look stupid, and it doesn't serve either of them for all they're trying to maintain going forward. Still, he'd not hear it tossed around so carelessly, like loving her had been nothing more than a coincidence. He flicks his gaze away, sitting back on his ass as he slumps into one hand over a pulled up knee. He needs something to support the heaviness settling in his chest.
"You sure as shit don't deserve it," he counters, but the bite is gone, just flat with something too near defeat. She's just as stubborn, it would seem. Maybe more so, because he's not certain how much longer he can keep listening to her take the blame over and over.
"You don't have to worry about this," maybe a new angle of attack. "None of this is your problem." She has more than enough, he should not have laid his out too.
Kaisel
I keep acting tough but maybe I'm not good enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
