[God, look at him. He looks miserable and sad and scared, backing away from her not because she's particularly big or threatening, but because he's ashamed.
It eats at her, digs in deep and pulls at her, and the only reason she hasn't crossed the chasm of distance between them already is because she of all people has learned the hard way that blindly trusting that someone will never hurt you just means you won't see it coming if and when they do.
And yet.
There's something about the way he says I'll go that she finds she can't stand. It rubs her nerves raw, digs in claws deeper than any that could possibly be adorning his fingers right now.]
Come back here.
[It's not a question. Somehow, she just has the feeling that he needs it to not be a question right now.]
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It eats at her, digs in deep and pulls at her, and the only reason she hasn't crossed the chasm of distance between them already is because she of all people has learned the hard way that blindly trusting that someone will never hurt you just means you won't see it coming if and when they do.
And yet.
There's something about the way he says I'll go that she finds she can't stand. It rubs her nerves raw, digs in claws deeper than any that could possibly be adorning his fingers right now.]
Come back here.
[It's not a question. Somehow, she just has the feeling that he needs it to not be a question right now.]
Come on. Let me see.