[ He pauses in the small doorway at the sound of her voice. On the edge of a breakdown-- he could tell. He could tell and he wish he couldn't. He'd heard her desperate like this far too many times to not recognize it.
He's just not sure what to do with it. With her. With these feelings. With any of it.
He runs his fingers across his hands and doesn't speak, doesn't face her. He's afraid of what he may see in her-- and what she'd see in him. ]
ready to roll him right off the world tbh
He's just not sure what to do with it. With her. With these feelings. With any of it.
He runs his fingers across his hands and doesn't speak, doesn't face her. He's afraid of what he may see in her-- and what she'd see in him. ]