[ For a moment, he's all too still above her, staring down at her, lips slightly parted on words that die a quick death on his tongue. For a moment, he gives a slow blink before he pulls back. Pulls away. Turning to perch on the edge of the bed again.
Turning so she wouldn't see how deeply that cut, left a wound in its wake that seeped an all-too-familiar pain. He takes a breath, relieved that he gets it in and out again without it shuddering. ]
I guess I asked for that.
[ His voice is light, laughing, but there's something hollow in it now. He rubs a hand over his face, struggling to drag his composure back into place. The mask it was safer to hide behind. ]
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Turning so she wouldn't see how deeply that cut, left a wound in its wake that seeped an all-too-familiar pain. He takes a breath, relieved that he gets it in and out again without it shuddering. ]
I guess I asked for that.
[ His voice is light, laughing, but there's something hollow in it now. He rubs a hand over his face, struggling to drag his composure back into place. The mask it was safer to hide behind. ]