(You're such a bitch. You just want it when I say no.)
[There's an unhealthily wistful note tucked into his mental speech. He leads her on a chase, the core of his thoughts darting in serpentine and twisting patterns. In his chest, his heart beats with the zig-zag pattern of the retreat.
Leaving her side wouldn't help, but he thinks it might if he stared at the zombie waiter and not at the approximate place Misato's face should be beneath cloth.]
no subject
[There's an unhealthily wistful note tucked into his mental speech. He leads her on a chase, the core of his thoughts darting in serpentine and twisting patterns. In his chest, his heart beats with the zig-zag pattern of the retreat.
Leaving her side wouldn't help, but he thinks it might if he stared at the zombie waiter and not at the approximate place Misato's face should be beneath cloth.]