[So, not exactly out of the woods. He already hates himself for what he's going to ask her to do, but he'll wait until this encounter progresses a little further. She'll do it for him, that's the worst part. Maybe after he stops bleeding all over the place.
Angela is still very clearly keeping all her feelings in check, even as he verges on panic, unable to even lower the mask without her help. He's relied on it so long that the thought of facing her without something in between them is almost unbearable. Still, once she's bearing the weight of it, he manages to start undoing the fastenings on the mount, setting them aside carefully as she pulls the mask off his face.
He can already tell she's crying in spite of herself and he can't meet her eyes. He keeps them trained on the floor, cold air stinging his face, a sharp contrast to the heat pooling around the wound in his stomach.]
Wasn't how this was supposed to go.
[76 mumbles it to himself, even as he knows he should be offering her some kind of apology or explanation or comfort--anything but his own selfish lamenting that he couldn't pull off the charade.]
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Angela is still very clearly keeping all her feelings in check, even as he verges on panic, unable to even lower the mask without her help. He's relied on it so long that the thought of facing her without something in between them is almost unbearable. Still, once she's bearing the weight of it, he manages to start undoing the fastenings on the mount, setting them aside carefully as she pulls the mask off his face.
He can already tell she's crying in spite of herself and he can't meet her eyes. He keeps them trained on the floor, cold air stinging his face, a sharp contrast to the heat pooling around the wound in his stomach.]
Wasn't how this was supposed to go.
[76 mumbles it to himself, even as he knows he should be offering her some kind of apology or explanation or comfort--anything but his own selfish lamenting that he couldn't pull off the charade.]