[ To describe his current state as exceedingly agitated is underplaying it. He rubs his index finger against his thumb without thought for they are all tangled in the mess of worst-case scenarios and the sting of betrayal. He chews his bottom lip and glares ahead, resisting the enormous pressure to act now, act now. Milliseconds feel like eternity.
He cants his head to reply, but finds himself needing to take a few breaths -- his heart's still pounding, blood still rushing -- he can't hear himself think.
But maybe she can.
The time in which he turns to face her feels sluggish, almost hesitant, and he meets her eyes with a touch of wildness in his own. ]
Why don't you tell me?
[ Not an invitation, but another challenge more dangerous than the first. ]
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He cants his head to reply, but finds himself needing to take a few breaths -- his heart's still pounding, blood still rushing -- he can't hear himself think.
But maybe she can.
The time in which he turns to face her feels sluggish, almost hesitant, and he meets her eyes with a touch of wildness in his own. ]
Why don't you tell me?
[ Not an invitation, but another challenge more dangerous than the first. ]