[ she steps in closer to him, where even in the partial darkness of his room, lights dim, he could see her eyes so plainly, the way they peer up at him almost expectantly. it's then that he wishes he had lit up his cigarette for a smoke, that he could have had something to focus his attention somewhere else, anywhere but at her.
because it's the kind of look that knows how to carve into his chest, knows how to pick him apart until there's nowhere left to hide. he's seen it before, fallen victim to it, and somehow, right here, with her, he hadn't been prepared to face it again.
his lips part as if to say something, but nothing leaves him, nothing but shutting his mouth again to swallow, his eyes never leaving hers, like he's trapped there. ]
I ... can't promise that to you. [ he's not going to lie to her. because he doesn't know. but his voice isn't harsh either, like she's reeled it in for him somehow and he exhales deeply, speaking quietly. ] But we're here. You and me. So we figure it out.
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because it's the kind of look that knows how to carve into his chest, knows how to pick him apart until there's nowhere left to hide. he's seen it before, fallen victim to it, and somehow, right here, with her, he hadn't been prepared to face it again.
his lips part as if to say something, but nothing leaves him, nothing but shutting his mouth again to swallow, his eyes never leaving hers, like he's trapped there. ]
I ... can't promise that to you. [ he's not going to lie to her. because he doesn't know. but his voice isn't harsh either, like she's reeled it in for him somehow and he exhales deeply, speaking quietly. ] But we're here. You and me. So we figure it out.