( he does know that. it's always been him that does the hurting,, him that's the aggressor whenever something happen. she reacts but she's never hurt him. it's always been him.
tension thrums through him when her fingers move against his wrist and he has to fight not to react. he keeps the gun pointed low and though his eyes do flick up briefly just to try and figure out where she is, he looks away quickly.
he'd spent the last however many months trying to put this place out of his head, trying to bury it and now he's desperately trying to remember it so he can remind himself of how her touch feels, how she sounds and what she looks like. maybe she looks different or maybe she doesn't.
he swallows, unsure of what to say or if he should say anything. )
I can't see you.
( his voice is rough and strained when it comes but it's something. it's words. )
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tension thrums through him when her fingers move against his wrist and he has to fight not to react. he keeps the gun pointed low and though his eyes do flick up briefly just to try and figure out where she is, he looks away quickly.
he'd spent the last however many months trying to put this place out of his head, trying to bury it and now he's desperately trying to remember it so he can remind himself of how her touch feels, how she sounds and what she looks like. maybe she looks different or maybe she doesn't.
he swallows, unsure of what to say or if he should say anything. )
I can't see you.
( his voice is rough and strained when it comes but it's something. it's words. )