[ he's still not sure how to handle this hug. he indulges it, lets elizabeth grasp at him as much as she wants to but, god, this is incredibly weird. when she finally breaks the hold, looks at him with such sincerity -- he feels guilty. he... made her worry, didn't he? that wasn't what he wanted to do. ]
Can't... really leave, Liz. But thanks? I guess?
[ which is still not the best response to give but he gives it, running fingers through his hair and the other rests on his hip. he's caught here, feeling a twist of guilt over what he's done to elizabeth and a strange sensation of just... not wanting to be bothered with this. his bitterness is still there but not as strong anymore. ]
Yeah? By all your freggin' friends, right?
[ okay, no. the bitterness is still there. god, he hates everyone so much. ]
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Date: 2016-08-29 10:56 pm (UTC)Can't... really leave, Liz. But thanks? I guess?
[ which is still not the best response to give but he gives it, running fingers through his hair and the other rests on his hip. he's caught here, feeling a twist of guilt over what he's done to elizabeth and a strange sensation of just... not wanting to be bothered with this. his bitterness is still there but not as strong anymore. ]
Yeah? By all your freggin' friends, right?
[ okay, no. the bitterness is still there. god, he hates everyone so much. ]