go by feel

This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts

Looking intently at her, Isla suddenly seems a different person altogether. She looks exactly the same, and yet it's as if the lack of warmth that normally accompanies her touch has somehow settled into the blue of her eyes. It makes him feel cold and hot and angry and disparaged all in the same instant. "Are you listening to yourself? You go from crying in my arms to calling me names all in a matter of minutes." He replies, exasperated. "I am asking you to be my friend, Isla. But all you seem to do with me now is hold me at arm's length and treat me like some patient to be managed. I come here to tell you about a pregnancy I neither wanted nor had planned, only to be tossed into a discussion of how everyone is thinking about ways you might kill me and how I am not welcome here anymore. Is it really too much to ask that you might throw me a bone with a simple, sure, maybe Nate should not have said that? or Now is clearly not a good time to talk about something as big as the fact that you aren't welcome here anymore, so let's put a pin in that."

Running his fingers across his brow bone and having to resist the urge to let his talons dig into his own skin, Remi lets his hand flop back into his lap with a sigh. "What should I do then, Isla? If not raise my hackles? How many more times today do I need to ask you to be my friend instead of.." Again he's left just vaguely gesturing at her and frowning. Medic. Leader. Ascended.

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