he wrinkles his nose when he comes in at the distinctive smell, but makes no comment. his hands are shoved in his pockets, his usual defense when he's dealing with something uncomfortable. also not quite meeting her eyes]
...Hey, um. I think...I gotta leave. The boarding house, I mean.
[rubbing the back of his head]
I'd like you to come with me, but.
[but he doesn't want to involve innocent people in what he's going to do. but this place doesn't feel like home anymore and it makes his skin crawl. but he doesn't know how to relate to the two people who mean the most.]
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he wrinkles his nose when he comes in at the distinctive smell, but makes no comment. his hands are shoved in his pockets, his usual defense when he's dealing with something uncomfortable. also not quite meeting her eyes]
...Hey, um. I think...I gotta leave. The boarding house, I mean.
[rubbing the back of his head]
I'd like you to come with me, but.
[but he doesn't want to involve innocent people in what he's going to do. but this place doesn't feel like home anymore and it makes his skin crawl. but he doesn't know how to relate to the two people who mean the most.]