...More of an execution, and all these people were throwing a big watch party for it.
[ it looks from the slight shift in his expression like there are some parts of what she's saying that he's inclined to disagree with, or that he wants to clarify... but it also isn't something he feels like getting into now.
he shakes it off and sighs. ]
Yeah. Definitely not my story anymore. [ swallows. ] Thanks.
[She really hates the idea. What kind of entertainment is there in watching a defenseless person get murdered? No matter what they've done in the past, it's just cruel.
But that's not the focus here. She can't say for certain, it's not as if they know each other well, but he looks a little cagey. Like he's biting back his words. Rosamund frowns.]
That's nothing to be ashamed of. You know that, right? [She puts a hand on his shoulder, makes certain she has him by the eyes.] Even if you got hurt, even if things went wrong, you survived. And that's what matters. You're very strong, and no matter where you came from or what you've been through, you're capable of making it here. Okay?
[Oh no. She's made it all worse. He pulls away and she lets her hand lift from his shoulder, hovering in the air. Unsure if she should bother again. Perhaps now isn't the time, surrounded by so many people. Or so fresh out of the gate. Maybe he needs time to think about things.
Or maybe she's just being a nosy pest.]
...All right.
[Her hands return to her lap and her gaze goes with it. She fidgets. Then slides off the seat, standing before him. She doesn't look cowed really, but she doesn't hit him with the same imploring eyes she usually wears.]
You don't have to tell me anything. It's okay. I would just...I think it might be good to tell someone. Whenever you're ready. Okay?
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[ it looks from the slight shift in his expression like there are some parts of what she's saying that he's inclined to disagree with, or that he wants to clarify... but it also isn't something he feels like getting into now.
he shakes it off and sighs. ]
Yeah. Definitely not my story anymore. [ swallows. ] Thanks.
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[She really hates the idea. What kind of entertainment is there in watching a defenseless person get murdered? No matter what they've done in the past, it's just cruel.
But that's not the focus here. She can't say for certain, it's not as if they know each other well, but he looks a little cagey. Like he's biting back his words. Rosamund frowns.]
That's nothing to be ashamed of. You know that, right? [She puts a hand on his shoulder, makes certain she has him by the eyes.] Even if you got hurt, even if things went wrong, you survived. And that's what matters. You're very strong, and no matter where you came from or what you've been through, you're capable of making it here. Okay?
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That's not what I'm— I didn't mess it up, I followed the instructions like I was supposed to! That's my role half the time anyway!
[ the exasperated straight man watching everyone around him do crazy shit.
he pulls back and turns his head away, again pressing the tissue to his mouth as he descends into another coughing fit. ]
...Sorry, I really appreciate the concern, I just. Kind of don't want to talk about it right now.
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[Oh no. She's made it all worse. He pulls away and she lets her hand lift from his shoulder, hovering in the air. Unsure if she should bother again. Perhaps now isn't the time, surrounded by so many people. Or so fresh out of the gate. Maybe he needs time to think about things.
Or maybe she's just being a nosy pest.]
...All right.
[Her hands return to her lap and her gaze goes with it. She fidgets. Then slides off the seat, standing before him. She doesn't look cowed really, but she doesn't hit him with the same imploring eyes she usually wears.]
You don't have to tell me anything. It's okay. I would just...I think it might be good to tell someone. Whenever you're ready. Okay?
Sorry for bothering you.