Re: That night... | Closed to DF
[That frightened, wounded deer in head-lights look eventually faded as he grasped a better hold of his pysche. He relaxed a little but took on a cold air, twisting away from her as soon as he felt her grip loosen. He was already pressed as tightly as he could against the wall so there was really no escaping her.
He did not look happy, at all. He was glaring at her as if she were the one to strike him with nightmares. But in truth, he was more pissed at himself that she got to see him like that, weak, panicked and pathetic. He drew his knees up to his chest and rested his arms on them, studying her silently.]
No. [It was hard to tell which of those questions he was answering, possibly both.]