[She says it with a snort, but it's not cold or bitter like before...it's more like Allison, matter of fact and borderline playful, not unlike the way she scolds him when he's being vulgar or disturbing for shock value.
And right after she says it, she seems to realize it and looks away, clearing her throat and forcibly shoving those feelings away. The guilt, the fear, the pain of seeing him like this and knowing she did it to him...
It rips away, tearing, a badly torn band aid. It hurts enough that she winces discreetly before she meets his gaze, composed once again.]
You were healthy when I bit you. It hurt, but...biting you like this would hurt worse. Heal up, then we'll talk...and answer the damn question while you're at it.
[Her tone gentles again without her meaning to. Her hand moves without thinking, the one not linked in his drifting up to smooth his hair back from his forehead.]
[SUNDAY]
[She says it with a snort, but it's not cold or bitter like before...it's more like Allison, matter of fact and borderline playful, not unlike the way she scolds him when he's being vulgar or disturbing for shock value.
And right after she says it, she seems to realize it and looks away, clearing her throat and forcibly shoving those feelings away. The guilt, the fear, the pain of seeing him like this and knowing she did it to him...
It rips away, tearing, a badly torn band aid. It hurts enough that she winces discreetly before she meets his gaze, composed once again.]
You were healthy when I bit you. It hurt, but...biting you like this would hurt worse. Heal up, then we'll talk...and answer the damn question while you're at it.
[Her tone gentles again without her meaning to. Her hand moves without thinking, the one not linked in his drifting up to smooth his hair back from his forehead.]
Is there anything you need?