Don't that make it harder? I mean -- the first time, y'didn't know. What livin' without him would be like.
[ maybe that wasn't the right thing to say. she stops -- she makes herself stop, consciously reining herself in a little again. she isn't sure how to express all the things she's feeling quite right.
finally: ]
Y'gotta get back up from this. I need y'here, hon.
[ she doesn't mean to sound aggressive -- but in her gut, she feels so violently that he's wrong, this isn't his fault, it's that bastard, and she really will have a go at him if she finds him first --
there's an intensity in her face that's terrifying, lingering there in her expression for a long moment before it softens into something else. ]
Stop -- sayin' that. You're the sweetest damn man I know. So don't make me slap some sense into you. I mean it.
[ Her sharpness of tone drives him to flinch slightly; he glances away, worrying his robe sleeves between his fingers. He doesn't want to argue, he's torn enough on how he feels about Hooded Justice -- is he angry with him, is he in love with him, is he worth it or is he a cad, or all of the above -- to vocalize his thoughts rationally even on a good day. ]
I'm going to lie down until it's late enough that I can give Rick a call. I'm sorry to get you out in the middle of the night.
[ it looks like she might push the issue, for a second -- the tension in her body or in her face, maybe. but the moment passes, and she lets it go. at length, all she does is reach out to briefly touch his shoulder, answering simply: ]
Stop apologizin'. I'd be pissed if y'didn't call me. Go rest. I'll come by t'check on y'later, alright?
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[ maybe that wasn't the right thing to say. she stops -- she makes herself stop, consciously reining herself in a little again. she isn't sure how to express all the things she's feeling quite right.
finally: ]
Y'gotta get back up from this. I need y'here, hon.
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I don't deserve him. I really don't. It's all my fault what happened back then, and this time I know I must have drove him away.
[ He swallows slowly, looking at her. It's a long, silent couple of moments before he finally goes on. ]
I'm not going anywhere.
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[ she doesn't mean to sound aggressive -- but in her gut, she feels so violently that he's wrong, this isn't his fault, it's that bastard, and she really will have a go at him if she finds him first --
there's an intensity in her face that's terrifying, lingering there in her expression for a long moment before it softens into something else. ]
Stop -- sayin' that. You're the sweetest damn man I know. So don't make me slap some sense into you. I mean it.
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I'm going to lie down until it's late enough that I can give Rick a call. I'm sorry to get you out in the middle of the night.
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Stop apologizin'. I'd be pissed if y'didn't call me. Go rest. I'll come by t'check on y'later, alright?
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I appreciate it. Get some rest yourself. It'll make me feel better.