[Ears kept pinned back, even if his head tilted against that hand on his jaw, eyes looking anywhere else. Some war of emotions going on; usually he'd already be pushing away, but something was keeping him locked right where he was.
What was there to even say?]
Thought that was clear enough.
[Just forget it. Why did he even think he could be wanted in turn. Already made clear it wasn't on the table weeks ago.
no subject
What was there to even say?]
Thought that was clear enough.
[Just forget it. Why did he even think he could be wanted in turn. Already made clear it wasn't on the table weeks ago.
Yet something still kept that part of him quiet.]
You don't want to?