[ he hesitates for a second before pushing himself up on his elbows, one hand instinctively going to touch his chest, the small traces of blood. but he's fine, and she's backing off, and then she's heading up the tree, and-
this is really, really weird. it also occurs to him that he snapped. he shouldn't have said any of that, and it's like being in that rundown kitchen taunting ray. he feels like an asshole; he also feels satisfied, glad he hit a mark. the second reaction disgusts him, and he pushes it down while he pushes to his feet, takes to cautiously dusting off his arms and jeans while his eyes don't stray from the tree. ]
I'm sorry.
[ what he wants to say is he disagrees, thinks all of those things make him nothing close to human, but he's already pushed that button once today. ]
I should have trusted you.
[ he's not sure if now's the time, but a distraction doesn't seem like a bad thing. his voice is gentle despite the direct question, aware that it might be a bit too personal. ]
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this is really, really weird. it also occurs to him that he snapped. he shouldn't have said any of that, and it's like being in that rundown kitchen taunting ray. he feels like an asshole; he also feels satisfied, glad he hit a mark. the second reaction disgusts him, and he pushes it down while he pushes to his feet, takes to cautiously dusting off his arms and jeans while his eyes don't stray from the tree. ]
I'm sorry.
[ what he wants to say is he disagrees, thinks all of those things make him nothing close to human, but he's already pushed that button once today. ]
I should have trusted you.
[ he's not sure if now's the time, but a distraction doesn't seem like a bad thing. his voice is gentle despite the direct question, aware that it might be a bit too personal. ]
Does it hurt? When you...