[ There's a pause there and just-- a wave of anxiety. It feels like such a cop out to say "No I don't want to go", but the prospect of facing a crowd of people-- people who rightfully hate him-- and being locked in a cell or in custody and helpless is... sending his heart racing. Logically he knows he should be fine. Between his mother and Rey he's sure he'd be under close watch. But they can't be expected to watch him 24/7. ]
I need time.
[ Is his quiet response. Afraid of sounding like a coward if he admits maybe he needs more time and space from people.
Though-- even all of this doesn't distract him from those intrusive thoughts from Rey about him moving the blanket and trying to read into it like it's gonna predict how he feels about her. ]
no subject
I need time.
[ Is his quiet response. Afraid of sounding like a coward if he admits maybe he needs more time and space from people.
Though-- even all of this doesn't distract him from those intrusive thoughts from Rey about him moving the blanket and trying to read into it like it's gonna predict how he feels about her. ]
I moved the blanket because I was cold.
[ STOP OVER THINKING HIS ACTIONS REY. STOP. ]