And he has to stop himself from making excuses, because he swore to himself he wouldn't: he's lost the right to make excuses to anyone. To Sof', to J, to Doctor Tam... the list is long.
The look on his face is, for a split second, the horror of having a fear confirmed. Then he shuts it down. He doesn't want her to see that. Doesn't want anyone to see that. The face goes taut, the eyes stoically blank. But the corners of his mouth keep dragging down, having to be pulled back into line.
He has to say something. He has to fight for this. There are other people he talks to, a couple other friends, but Sof's the only person he's really close to. ]
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And he has to stop himself from making excuses, because he swore to himself he wouldn't: he's lost the right to make excuses to anyone. To Sof', to J, to Doctor Tam... the list is long.
The look on his face is, for a split second, the horror of having a fear confirmed. Then he shuts it down. He doesn't want her to see that. Doesn't want anyone to see that. The face goes taut, the eyes stoically blank. But the corners of his mouth keep dragging down, having to be pulled back into line.
He has to say something. He has to fight for this. There are other people he talks to, a couple other friends, but Sof's the only person he's really close to. ]
I... I want to make it up.