[His voice isn't angry, just desperate and frustrated.]
If I show that this hurts me -- and yes, I admit, it does...for now -- you start falling back into that shaky, cold illness you had some time ago. I don't want that, so I try to keep those feelings to myself, but you don't want me to do that, either.
Which should I pick? Making you upset with me, or making you ill?
[Then he falls silent, his eyes drifting closed for a moment before he turns his head to press a kiss into the palm of her hand and heave a very, very weary sigh.]
Yes, we should have discussed this earlier. Maybe I knew, in the back of my mind, but I didn't let myself think of it. I just let myself assume that someone...loved only me, after I'd lost...
[The words don't come. Won't find their way around the lump in his throat. Fingers went down to wrap around the little ring hanging by a chain around his neck.]
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[His voice isn't angry, just desperate and frustrated.]
If I show that this hurts me -- and yes, I admit, it does...for now -- you start falling back into that shaky, cold illness you had some time ago. I don't want that, so I try to keep those feelings to myself, but you don't want me to do that, either.
Which should I pick? Making you upset with me, or making you ill?
[Then he falls silent, his eyes drifting closed for a moment before he turns his head to press a kiss into the palm of her hand and heave a very, very weary sigh.]
Yes, we should have discussed this earlier. Maybe I knew, in the back of my mind, but I didn't let myself think of it. I just let myself assume that someone...loved only me, after I'd lost...
[The words don't come. Won't find their way around the lump in his throat. Fingers went down to wrap around the little ring hanging by a chain around his neck.]
But...now what? What comes now? What do I do?