[ it's hard to tell whether it's the physical or emotional violence that harms him more and leaves him shaking. god, he can't stand this, being pulled in one direction and shoved back the opposite way. two steps forward, one step back.
a conscious, clear thought: maybe she's right. maybe he is just waiting for her to die.
gaze flicking between the two of them, he just sort of. visibly gives up, really, his shoulders slumping and his eyelids weighing down. he's too tired to handle any of this, tortured by her words and playing them in his head like a scratched record. ]
Just let her go, D.
[ he watches the tears drip down over her cheeks, and feels just an unidentifiable knot of emotion, mixed and cluttered.
no subject
a conscious, clear thought: maybe she's right. maybe he is just waiting for her to die.
gaze flicking between the two of them, he just sort of. visibly gives up, really, his shoulders slumping and his eyelids weighing down. he's too tired to handle any of this, tortured by her words and playing them in his head like a scratched record. ]
Just let her go, D.
[ he watches the tears drip down over her cheeks, and feels just an unidentifiable knot of emotion, mixed and cluttered.
blearily: ]
I reckon she's done.