Diego is not one to mind silences. But this one is killing him, trying to suffocate him from the inside out, the longer Allison sits, dangerous-still, and doesn't send a single word to him. He doesn't know what else to say, even if he wanted to say anything at all, and it's painted so plainly across his face.
He wasn't trying to hurt her. Even though he did. Even though he knew it would. It wasn't on purpose. Not in the way it's usually on purpose, words weaponized to cause more, and deeper-lasting, pain than anything he could ever do with with a blade. But he wasn't trying to hurt her. This time. And maybe that's what makes her reaction, and her stillness, and her silence, hurt so much more.
Diego's features fall at what she finally throws at him, a harsh wavering ripple across his face. He blinks too many times, too quickly. His mouth moves, but no sound comes out and it's a specific sort of thing to see this close, his sudden loss of all ability to make words. A few strangled noises manage to squeeze out of the vice gripping his throat, but they aren't even a little tilted toward noises making syllables, or syllables trying to become words. Just noises. Nonsensical and meaningless.
His face spells regret. (He shouldn't have done this, he should have kept his mouth shut, he shouldn't have said anything). And his eyes scream apologies (Sorry. Sorry he said it, sorry they're stuck, sorry everything's broken, sorry they can't fix it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry).
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He wasn't trying to hurt her. Even though he did. Even though he knew it would. It wasn't on purpose. Not in the way it's usually on purpose, words weaponized to cause more, and deeper-lasting, pain than anything he could ever do with with a blade. But he wasn't trying to hurt her. This time. And maybe that's what makes her reaction, and her stillness, and her silence, hurt so much more.
Diego's features fall at what she finally throws at him, a harsh wavering ripple across his face. He blinks too many times, too quickly. His mouth moves, but no sound comes out and it's a specific sort of thing to see this close, his sudden loss of all ability to make words. A few strangled noises manage to squeeze out of the vice gripping his throat, but they aren't even a little tilted toward noises making syllables, or syllables trying to become words. Just noises. Nonsensical and meaningless.
His face spells regret.
(He shouldn't have done this, he should have kept his mouth shut, he shouldn't have said anything).
And his eyes scream apologies
(Sorry. Sorry he said it, sorry they're stuck, sorry everything's broken, sorry they can't fix it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry).
But he can't make his mouth work at all.