[looking down, he can't see her hand- well, it's hard to completely ignore, but it takes a moment. after that moment he looks up and...seems a little confused. why is she...?
and then he flinches, looking away again.] Yeah, well...maybe that or something else. [he doesn't say what something else is. he doesn't want to think about it. he doesn't want to think about a lot of things, like how he was so driven that night and it seems to have taken so much out of him and how he's afraid he'll never get it back or get them back
whomever they are.
he shifts the case to the side, trying to get up on his own.]
no subject
and then he flinches, looking away again.] Yeah, well...maybe that or something else. [he doesn't say what something else is. he doesn't want to think about it. he doesn't want to think about a lot of things, like how he was so driven that night and it seems to have taken so much out of him and how he's afraid he'll never get it back or get them back
whomever they are.
he shifts the case to the side, trying to get up on his own.]