[Tetsuo only flinches when her hands reaches him, but he stays rooted to the spot, shaking under her palms. He sniffs once, trying hard to not break down again. Always it's like this- no matter what he tries. He can never escape that pathetic weakling of a miserable little kid he kept swearing he wasn't anymore.
Now she got to know that, too. Not that it really mattered anymore.
For a moment, he opens his mouth, trying to find words, but can't seem to get them. He bites down on his lip instead, unable to look her in the eye.
She could kill him, instinct keeps whispering. Anytime. She could hurt him. She knew so much already; he'd told her more.
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Now she got to know that, too. Not that it really mattered anymore.
For a moment, he opens his mouth, trying to find words, but can't seem to get them. He bites down on his lip instead, unable to look her in the eye.
She could kill him, instinct keeps whispering. Anytime. She could hurt him. She knew so much already; he'd told her more.
But he can't get himself to pull away.]