(His heart's thumping hard. He had hoped it'd distract her, that maybe she had just been upset but now it's clear that isn't quite the case. It hits hard and straight to home. He'd felt all too similarly in his worse days.
There's nothing to be done, he realizes a bit miserably. He's not enough of an optimist to think that there could be something, anything.)
Do you want me to...
(He trails off, no clue what he had even thought he was going to ask. He bites at the corner of his lip, anxiety climbing fast and harsh in his gut.
Actually, he did know what he was about to ask. He just- he didn't know Cashmere well enough to ask her that sort of thing. Asking someone if they want to be killed is usually a little bit of a touchy subject.)
no subject
There's nothing to be done, he realizes a bit miserably. He's not enough of an optimist to think that there could be something, anything.)
Do you want me to...
(He trails off, no clue what he had even thought he was going to ask. He bites at the corner of his lip, anxiety climbing fast and harsh in his gut.
Actually, he did know what he was about to ask. He just- he didn't know Cashmere well enough to ask her that sort of thing. Asking someone if they want to be killed is usually a little bit of a touchy subject.)