fried: (fifty-one)

[personal profile] fried 2025-02-16 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ he does! in fact, after a moment, he... holds it very tightly. he doesn't say anything, but he does do that. ]
fried: DNT (one hundred one)

[personal profile] fried 2025-02-16 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure.

[ he says, finally. ]

Yes. And no.
fried: (twelve)

[personal profile] fried 2025-02-16 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't.

[ he says, with a lifeless little smile. ]

That's the problem, these days. Nothing does.
fried: (ten)

[personal profile] fried 2025-02-16 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's not wrong!!

he keeps her hand in his own. ]


Ah, that sounds too dramatic. Like some sort of lead actor in an immersia.
fried: (twelve)

[personal profile] fried 2025-02-16 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't think bitch skjdfksdk ]

I suppose not. [ he just doesn't like that it makes him sound pitiful... ]
fried: (forty-four)

[personal profile] fried 2025-02-17 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ christ

there's silence, for a very long, long moment, and then - just. a moment of weakness, a moment where his pride isn't so blinding, a moment where a kind word from a kind woman makes him feel like he can.

he shifts, and rests his head against the side of her's. a little cat bunt of a motion. ]


You have a way with words, Ellie.

[ thank you, in so many of them. ]