Lips parted, the defences that had slipped from them so quickly before--now, he can barely make them twitch as she speaks. Eyes on her, and he can't settle his gaze despite it not moving off from her face; somehow, it's dizzying. Sitting there with his hands gripping tight onto the porcelain of the tea cup, and a panic beats in rhyme with his heart.
I tried, I couldn't get through to him-- ]
Yes, [ he finally answers, awkwardly, and he can't justify himself; and though it may seem one, he adds on after a long beat: ] I wanted to help him.
[ It was for Mob. All of it, it was always for Mob. That's all he wanted to do.
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Lips parted, the defences that had slipped from them so quickly before--now, he can barely make them twitch as she speaks. Eyes on her, and he can't settle his gaze despite it not moving off from her face; somehow, it's dizzying. Sitting there with his hands gripping tight onto the porcelain of the tea cup, and a panic beats in rhyme with his heart.
I tried, I couldn't get through to him-- ]
Yes, [ he finally answers, awkwardly, and he can't justify himself; and though it may seem one, he adds on after a long beat: ] I wanted to help him.
[ It was for Mob. All of it, it was always for Mob. That's all he wanted to do.
Didn't that have to count for something? ]