[Sasuke's head remains lifted even as he's embraced, looking at the wall, trying not to — collapse forward with the want and craving for touch. All of the mental preparation he's done has amounted to nothing; the hurt fills him like a glass.]
What was I supposed to say? You were leaving to be with someone else.
[So there it is, lashing out of him, as raw a wound as it was when they had this conversation three days ago — or worse for its festering. He keeps his body still, but the effort required is noticeable in tension, muscles pulled like taut ropes.]
It would have looked pathetic.
[Don't go, a plea in the confession. I need you. But he didn't need Cy, or so he'd told himself, because he's licked his own wounds enough times alone to have it down to an art.]
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What was I supposed to say? You were leaving to be with someone else.
[So there it is, lashing out of him, as raw a wound as it was when they had this conversation three days ago — or worse for its festering. He keeps his body still, but the effort required is noticeable in tension, muscles pulled like taut ropes.]
It would have looked pathetic.
[Don't go, a plea in the confession. I need you. But he didn't need Cy, or so he'd told himself, because he's licked his own wounds enough times alone to have it down to an art.]