[That's the thing about acting; it doesn't work nearly as well when someone has a backstage pass. And they can truly see everything as it unspools behind the curtain. Worthless self-pity. A supreme lack of confidence. An ego shattered beyond repair. More LOVE than they, even, which they'd find impressive in its own disgusting right if they weren't already reeling from their inability to prevent the inexorable skimming off the top of his emotional resonance.]
[They flinch, a sharp, faint stutter of motion. Their eyes are fixed just to the right of him, as though there's something there that's just - incredibly interesting.]
[In a way, there is.]
[But still, they will not file the edge from their words when they speak. Call it habit.]
Disappointed that I'd not disappeared in the interim?
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[They flinch, a sharp, faint stutter of motion. Their eyes are fixed just to the right of him, as though there's something there that's just - incredibly interesting.]
[In a way, there is.]
[But still, they will not file the edge from their words when they speak. Call it habit.]
Disappointed that I'd not disappeared in the interim?