It's one of those rare times where he doesn't. He's old. He's lived through plenty, done plenty he isn't proud of, and then there comes the sound of her voice like a ghost from the grave. The whole of him shudders, and he shifts where he is standing, and he doesn't know how to react.
She tries not to make it hurtful but it is because he dug her hand out of the-- out of the wreckage.
His jaw locks so tightly he almost can't breathe through the tension inside of it, and he shuts his eyes. His hands grip tightly to the bar.
"You're not-"
real
is what he wants to say except he wants her to be real, except he half doesn't give a slight fuck if she's real or she's not.
/FLAILS and lies here incoherently
It's one of those rare times where he doesn't. He's old. He's lived through plenty, done plenty he isn't proud of, and then there comes the sound of her voice like a ghost from the grave. The whole of him shudders, and he shifts where he is standing, and he doesn't know how to react.
She tries not to make it hurtful but it is because he dug her hand out of the-- out of the wreckage.
His jaw locks so tightly he almost can't breathe through the tension inside of it, and he shuts his eyes. His hands grip tightly to the bar.
"You're not-"
real
is what he wants to say except he wants her to be real, except he half doesn't give a slight fuck if she's real or she's not.