and for a moment, things just... stop. he doesn't breathe, he doesn't move, he's trying to recover those words and give them some kind of understandable meaning. she doesn't belong in here, with him. no one does. but she's worried. why is she still being nice? why hasn't she run away yet? why isn't she scared? why is she still touching him?
he's shaking. he slowly moves his hands, again aware of the silence of his own room. the sound of her breathing, the feel of her heartbeat against his chest. it strikes him as terribly unfair.
he puts his arms around her shoulders and holds her back, hugging her just as tightly. his voice is shaky, but he sounds more drained than angry. more nervous than violent.]
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she's... worried?
...that doesn't make any sense.
and for a moment, things just... stop. he doesn't breathe, he doesn't move, he's trying to recover those words and give them some kind of understandable meaning. she doesn't belong in here, with him. no one does. but she's worried. why is she still being nice? why hasn't she run away yet? why isn't she scared? why is she still touching him?
he's shaking. he slowly moves his hands, again aware of the silence of his own room. the sound of her breathing, the feel of her heartbeat against his chest. it strikes him as terribly unfair.
he puts his arms around her shoulders and holds her back, hugging her just as tightly. his voice is shaky, but he sounds more drained than angry. more nervous than violent.]
You shouldn't be here. I don't want you to see.