HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry braces as she pulls away, braces as it seems like she doesn't want to, braces against other feelings he's not too sure about. And as she lets go, the pleasure fades, and all he's left with is a throbbing wound on his arm. Fuck, that hurts.
He makes no move to nurse it, however, letting the pain take its hold over him and right his silly, feeling brain. Run it all cold, like the ice and snow that drifts and slicks around them in this moment. Mabel's conflicted gaze is met with his own.
"This is the part where you say," he swallows, smiling, "'thanks, I owe you one'." He clears his throat as whatever warmth had been created between them really dissipates. That, now, is left up to him to create - because she's too full of bitter resentment and fear and mistrust to be warm in this moment. "And I'd say, you don't owe me a thing." Except he moves forward again, placing a hand on one of her small shoulders. "Just come back, and we'll call it even."
He makes no move to nurse it, however, letting the pain take its hold over him and right his silly, feeling brain. Run it all cold, like the ice and snow that drifts and slicks around them in this moment. Mabel's conflicted gaze is met with his own.
"This is the part where you say," he swallows, smiling, "'thanks, I owe you one'." He clears his throat as whatever warmth had been created between them really dissipates. That, now, is left up to him to create - because she's too full of bitter resentment and fear and mistrust to be warm in this moment. "And I'd say, you don't owe me a thing." Except he moves forward again, placing a hand on one of her small shoulders. "Just come back, and we'll call it even."
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
