[He jerks where he stands, something in his chest going cold. He hadn't said that aloud, had he? Maybe. With where his head is, these last few hours, it wouldn't even surprise him.]
[But still, it puts his back up, and without the rest of him checking in, his hand curls. Flickering. It's instinctive, nothing more.]
[And then?]
[Then there's something like a wave of apology. Like the last one to hit the beach. Not overwhelming, but there, all the same. The FIGHT OR FLIGHT drains out of him and he sags a bit where he stands, dragging a hand down his face.]
... I guess that makes two of us. [A helpless glance around his fingers.] This really wasn't what I signed up for.
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[But still, it puts his back up, and without the rest of him checking in, his hand curls. Flickering. It's instinctive, nothing more.]
[And then?]
[Then there's something like a wave of apology. Like the last one to hit the beach. Not overwhelming, but there, all the same. The FIGHT OR FLIGHT drains out of him and he sags a bit where he stands, dragging a hand down his face.]
... I guess that makes two of us. [A helpless glance around his fingers.] This really wasn't what I signed up for.
But. Does it help? Going up there?