[He's tempted to say tell you what, but he doesn't, because he knows better. They don't seek each other out at times like this only to play dumb with each other; they hold off, sometimes, out of tact and patience, but there's no acting like they don't know exactly why they're here. It's nice, in a weird sort of way. There's just that subdued, unspoken respect there.
The thought makes him grit his teeth, half-tempted to look away even more than he already has. Backsliding isn't something that sits well with him, either, but he feels like he's standing atop the beginnings of a landslide just moments away from giving out from under him.]
She's telling him about me.
[That's a funny way of pronouncing I'm not safe anymore.]
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The thought makes him grit his teeth, half-tempted to look away even more than he already has. Backsliding isn't something that sits well with him, either, but he feels like he's standing atop the beginnings of a landslide just moments away from giving out from under him.]
She's telling him about me.
[That's a funny way of pronouncing I'm not safe anymore.]