[ Say it. Just say it, like he'd just said he was broken, the words slipping free to fast to catch on anything. Or so it seemed. Perhaps it was more a knife wound, stinging but not so bad, not until it peeled open and bled.
Locus swallows, gaze averting. ]
The compression helped.
[ Past tense, really. There's nothing that's going to ease anything about this moment, but he's not foolish enough to believe he deserves to be comfortable with anything this conversation will bring up. ]
no subject
Locus swallows, gaze averting. ]
The compression helped.
[ Past tense, really. There's nothing that's going to ease anything about this moment, but he's not foolish enough to believe he deserves to be comfortable with anything this conversation will bring up. ]