Maddening. It was maddening. If she was near him, she'd hurt him. If she stayed away from him, she'd hurt him. She really was incapable of anything else.
And he called himself a burden.]
Why? Why would you want to subject yourself to-
[She stops herself short, wiping at her eyes irritably, not quite able to meet his gaze.]
You've had enough people hurt you in your life, you deserve-
[Kindness.
It sticks in her throat. The sincerity, the vulnerability, it still feels unnatural, still makes every instinct scream at her to hide it, to deny it, to protect the weakness, and she can't even make herself finish the sentence.
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Maddening. It was maddening. If she was near him, she'd hurt him. If she stayed away from him, she'd hurt him. She really was incapable of anything else.
And he called himself a burden.]
Why? Why would you want to subject yourself to-
[She stops herself short, wiping at her eyes irritably, not quite able to meet his gaze.]
You've had enough people hurt you in your life, you deserve-
[Kindness.
It sticks in her throat. The sincerity, the vulnerability, it still feels unnatural, still makes every instinct scream at her to hide it, to deny it, to protect the weakness, and she can't even make herself finish the sentence.
Which only proves her point.]