He reaches up to touch that hand, and... cries. Not hard. Not loudly. Just a few stray tears, wandering down his cheeks.
When was the last time he cried? And how simple an action. He doesn't remember the first time, but he does remember not understanding what his body was doing at the time, and being enraged. His optics were leaking, slaggit, and he was in distress and this was not the time for this sort of thing to be happening.
But here and now, it came somehow as a relief.
"Don't leave again," he says. "Not again, please."
Ice. Ice, and calling. Calling, calling; and the darker changes afterward. Standing alone in the halls of Crystal City and knowing. And then everything changing.
There are things he wants to remember. That... isn't one of them. Or, he's not sure, now. It's part of who he is.
And yet with this one here, this pale skyship, he's... not sure what he wants to remember, anymore. And what he wants to forget.
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Re: He will pretend he did not hear that, so he does not have to pretend to not blush.
Date: 2010-08-13 04:03 am (UTC)When was the last time he cried? And how simple an action. He doesn't remember the first time, but he does remember not understanding what his body was doing at the time, and being enraged. His optics were leaking, slaggit, and he was in distress and this was not the time for this sort of thing to be happening.
But here and now, it came somehow as a relief.
"Don't leave again," he says. "Not again, please."
Ice. Ice, and calling. Calling, calling; and the darker changes afterward. Standing alone in the halls of Crystal City and knowing. And then everything changing.
There are things he wants to remember. That... isn't one of them. Or, he's not sure, now. It's part of who he is.
And yet with this one here, this pale skyship, he's... not sure what he wants to remember, anymore. And what he wants to forget.
For now he clings to that hand, and he asks.
"What do you remember?"