[ He sets his cup down, and hides his suddenly shaky hands under the table, nails digging into his palms as he presses down against his knees... finding that he can't very well grip the fabric with these stupid pants.
He has a million questions about this, though most of them amount to Why? if he gets right down to it. (Why him, why not me, why did you bring him here, is hurting me really still that entertaining?) Which he won't, because he doesn't want to hear the answers, at least not right now.
He looks down into his cup, blinking back tears and hating himself for it and for many other things.
Running away ruined everything for him last time, but he's tempted to do it again. Just leave his own house and go sit in a park somewhere for a week until he's sure they're gone. That's stupid, of course, but so is he. ]
Well. [ His voice is almost as soft as Marona's for once, because he knows it will crack if he's any louder. ] I asked about the flight, not that.
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He has a million questions about this, though most of them amount to Why? if he gets right down to it. (Why him, why not me, why did you bring him here, is hurting me really still that entertaining?) Which he won't, because he doesn't want to hear the answers, at least not right now.
He looks down into his cup, blinking back tears and hating himself for it and for many other things.
Running away ruined everything for him last time, but he's tempted to do it again. Just leave his own house and go sit in a park somewhere for a week until he's sure they're gone. That's stupid, of course, but so is he. ]
Well. [ His voice is almost as soft as Marona's for once, because he knows it will crack if he's any louder. ] I asked about the flight, not that.