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SUNJATA

making bad decisions is my middle name

She steps back from him, but he doesn’t move closer. He lets her take her space, eyes lingering briefly to the hands that come up to shield her. And he inhales deeply as he steps away from her, to continue the argument (yelling?) until he reaches up with one of those clenched hands to rub at his neck as he exhales loudly in a sigh. As like always, his temper gets the best of him. His eyes soften slightly as she stammers her statements of being okay, and he half turns to her to look at her, eyes softening a fraction as she looks to him through tears and asks him to stop yelling.

And for a moment, he doesn’t think he was yelling. A louder voice, sure, but Phoebe hasn’t seen him fully lose his temper. He makes note to keep it hidden from her. A muscle feathers in his jaw and he sighs again, running a hand through his hair as he closes his eyes. “Please.” He stresses through a quieter voice though his eyes still remain closed. “Please just be more careful. Take Pim with you, tell someone where you are, send a note if you’re going to be late.” He opens his eyes now to look at her, a small apology forming through his gaze. “I was afraid something terrible had happened. And I don’t know this place well enough to start looking and find you before something worse happened.” He admits, keeping his distance from her just in case it might make things worse for her should he approach. Perhaps one day he’ll tell her why he makes a big deal of it. Today? He’s simply not in the mood.