[He will put it in the past, where it belongs. But then she steps toward him, and he doesn't know what he's feeling at all besides confused. They were so close, in that other world, she was someone he could rely on without question, and she held him when he was sad or scared or hurt, and he never ever thought she'd use him.]
[It's this and the step forward that pull him out of the chair and tug him towards her, awkwardly. He is learning to want to be close, but it's not natural yet. He moves like a frightened animal, watching her carefully.]
It . . . wasn't your fault. [He's still angry. But it really wasn't her fault.]
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15/7/13 23:00 (UTC)[He will put it in the past, where it belongs. But then she steps toward him, and he doesn't know what he's feeling at all besides confused. They were so close, in that other world, she was someone he could rely on without question, and she held him when he was sad or scared or hurt, and he never ever thought she'd use him.]
[It's this and the step forward that pull him out of the chair and tug him towards her, awkwardly. He is learning to want to be close, but it's not natural yet. He moves like a frightened animal, watching her carefully.]
It . . . wasn't your fault. [He's still angry. But it really wasn't her fault.]