[ sometimes they fall into silences like this, a fleeting stop of the moment where gazes meet from across the room, where no one says a word but the space between them becomes suffocating with everything that's not being said. speaking up again is his aim to shatter it, this dangerous in-between of theirs, convinced that what he tells him might just very well put a stop to it altogether.
(And it's for the best, he thinks. Is it? asks quell from a corner, but he doesn't look for her.)
he knows she isn't expecting it from him, sees it in her expression like he's struck her with something stronger than the question she'd posed at him. it adds to his nerves, but he's a lot better than she is at not showing it. ]
Yeah.
[ he's not sure that it matters where they are for this. ]
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(And it's for the best, he thinks. Is it? asks quell from a corner, but he doesn't look for her.)
he knows she isn't expecting it from him, sees it in her expression like he's struck her with something stronger than the question she'd posed at him. it adds to his nerves, but he's a lot better than she is at not showing it. ]
Yeah.
[ he's not sure that it matters where they are for this. ]
It's about this deal of mine.