[ Standing by the door, Hei wonders: Is that a 'Go away' or an actual 'I'm fine'? He wants to ask, but he's also wary of hovering. She seemed green around the gills when she went in, but he's not sure if it's a stomach bug, or a literal paroxysmal retch from his presence. He finds himself hoping it's the former. How messed-up, how pathetic, yet how unavoidable would it be, if his touch ended up making her literally sick? ]
[ He tries not to think about it. Instead, he says, in a tone of weary defeat, ]
I'll leave some ginger-lemon soda in the kitchen. [ A beat, in which he feels all the leaden exhaustion in his body arrowing up to his skull, which feels the general weight and proportions of a dumbell, at least. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he takes a step back. ]
I'll be in bed.
[ Their bed, he means. It isn't a motivational promise, so much as it's a test of how much distance she's going to place between them. ]
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Date: 2014-08-15 01:34 am (UTC)[ He tries not to think about it. Instead, he says, in a tone of weary defeat, ]
I'll leave some ginger-lemon soda in the kitchen. [ A beat, in which he feels all the leaden exhaustion in his body arrowing up to his skull, which feels the general weight and proportions of a dumbell, at least. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he takes a step back. ]
I'll be in bed.
[ Their bed, he means. It isn't a motivational promise, so much as it's a test of how much distance she's going to place between them. ]