[The surge of arc isn't subtle, and he takes a step back for a moment on instinct, his own light flaring to life just under his skin. He quells it again though, forces himself to relax, and that sick feeling in his gut only spreads further and further until it feels like there's something cold and vile nesting beneath his ribs.]
I-
[This wasn't supposed to happen. This really wasn't supposed to happen.]
Yeah.
Okay.
[It's as quiet as he's ever been, and he's too weary and too taken aback to mask any of the hurt in his tone. But it's not about that, and it's not about his own feelings on the matter, and so he doesn't make a move to follow.]
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Date: 2015-10-12 06:46 pm (UTC)From:I-
[This wasn't supposed to happen. This really wasn't supposed to happen.]
Yeah.
Okay.
[It's as quiet as he's ever been, and he's too weary and too taken aback to mask any of the hurt in his tone. But it's not about that, and it's not about his own feelings on the matter, and so he doesn't make a move to follow.]
...I'm sorry.