[ The expression on Hei's face -- or the complete lack of one, is chilling. For a second, there seems to be no one there. Mind unmoored, body vacant. Then something rolls back in, the blankness coalescing into venom and ice. Give me a fucking break. He really should've let himself go. She wouldn't look twice at him if he were flabby and thirty. Just what the hell is wrong with her? Does she think if she gives him The Look, says platitudinous 12-step bullshit, it'll help him? Maybe she thinks she's doing him a favor, thinking he'll find it therapeutic. ]
[ Or maybe she thinks she can soothe him with her little-girl-goodness, pure as sunshine. Scare the bogeyman right out of him. Except he'll ruin her first with the moral detritus that spills out his pores. Even Hei's aura is filthy. ]
There's nothing to say. [ The words are barbed with contempt. ] Except you shouldn't ask questions you won't like the answers to. And you shouldn't interfere with things that have nothing to do with you. [ He wants to remind her. You make me remember people and things I couldn't keep. But don't think that what you say or do matters to me. Hei's life is steeped in lies and paranoia. It's impossible for him to open up to someone. To even want to. ]
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[ Or maybe she thinks she can soothe him with her little-girl-goodness, pure as sunshine. Scare the bogeyman right out of him. Except he'll ruin her first with the moral detritus that spills out his pores. Even Hei's aura is filthy. ]
There's nothing to say. [ The words are barbed with contempt. ] Except you shouldn't ask questions you won't like the answers to. And you shouldn't interfere with things that have nothing to do with you. [ He wants to remind her. You make me remember people and things I couldn't keep. But don't think that what you say or do matters to me. Hei's life is steeped in lies and paranoia. It's impossible for him to open up to someone. To even want to. ]