[Well, she's right about one thing; if she had given him any warning about exactly how serious this was, he would've ran and made an excuse for much longer. It's not that he's trying to avoid being alone with her- there was just nothing to be said. Nothing he would know how to say. Even now, laying on his stomach in his bed pouring over a book, she speaks and his eyes dart once between where he is and the door, trying to determine if he has enough time with blink to make it straight through the wall.
He knows it's because ever since getting back from Pleasant Valley, it's been worse. When she arrived, he really didn't have an answer to the full breadth of it- didn't know what happened after the Conservatory, still fuzzy around the edges of getting to this plane and what split them up. It hurt to think about it, so he didn't. But... well, guess all he needed was another set of memories to knock the real ones somewhere out of hiding. Who knew?
Even now, he sits with the Umbra Staff tucked under his arm. She's right here and he's still mourning her.
God, this is fucked up.
His eyes return to the pages, tucking a little bit of loose hair behind his ear.]
Talk about what, bubbleh? I'm snuggled up with a book, so time's kinda tight here.
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He knows it's because ever since getting back from Pleasant Valley, it's been worse. When she arrived, he really didn't have an answer to the full breadth of it- didn't know what happened after the Conservatory, still fuzzy around the edges of getting to this plane and what split them up. It hurt to think about it, so he didn't. But... well, guess all he needed was another set of memories to knock the real ones somewhere out of hiding. Who knew?
Even now, he sits with the Umbra Staff tucked under his arm. She's right here and he's still mourning her.
God, this is fucked up.
His eyes return to the pages, tucking a little bit of loose hair behind his ear.]
Talk about what, bubbleh? I'm snuggled up with a book, so time's kinda tight here.