[ it's true. he knows it's true and he hates it. no matter how he tries to argue and complain, it doesn't make it any less true. it is just that — ineffectual complaining.
maybe... maybe? maybe he should try to play the game. he could still "belong" to her and try to escape. maybe it would be easier. she was already letting him out of confinement.
and that's why... he says nothing. his face stays as it was, still soured, but no words come out. the closest thing to acceptance he'd give.
also: he still doesn't push her away. he forgot he could do that. he literally forgot that was a thing he could do until she's pressed against him, grabbing his hips. and by then, it's too late to do anything. she stepped away. beat him to the punch.
he reluctantly follows after her, trying to ignore the prickle of the air against his skin. however, he doesn't move any closer to approach her. he's standing in the bedroom, he did his part. and, anyway, ]
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maybe... maybe? maybe he should try to play the game. he could still "belong" to her and try to escape. maybe it would be easier. she was already letting him out of confinement.
and that's why... he says nothing. his face stays as it was, still soured, but no words come out. the closest thing to acceptance he'd give.
also: he still doesn't push her away. he forgot he could do that. he literally forgot that was a thing he could do until she's pressed against him, grabbing his hips. and by then, it's too late to do anything. she stepped away. beat him to the punch.
he reluctantly follows after her, trying to ignore the prickle of the air against his skin. however, he doesn't move any closer to approach her. he's standing in the bedroom, he did his part. and, anyway, ]
Where do you want me?