[ He stops, but he doesn't move, nonreactive. Part of her braces herself for the moment he walks out without another word, another glance. The other part to her wonders if it's strictly guilt that keeps him from moving beyond the threshold. Perhaps he feels obligated due to the nature of their connection. Perhaps he feels he's to blame for giving her the wrong impression, stringing her along when he'd wanted nothing more than momentary comfort. Perhaps —
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Whatever his reasoning, he exacerbates the frenetic energy to her with his inaction. Uncertain of what to do or what to say to convince him to stay, she scrambles for... something. Anything. ]
Please. [ She tries again, mouth dry from dread. ] Don't leave me.
roll him off of the world for refusing to be pet when he's outside
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Whatever his reasoning, he exacerbates the frenetic energy to her with his inaction. Uncertain of what to do or what to say to convince him to stay, she scrambles for... something. Anything. ]
Please. [ She tries again, mouth dry from dread. ] Don't leave me.