[It's not fair that he gets to look upset, that she has to feel guilty about hurting him, when he's the one who did all those terrible things. Even if he's sorry, she hates that he can still look hurt and all she wants to do is apologize.
But she doesn't, she bites her tongue on it and just exhales shakily when he rests his head against hers. Are they ever gonna stop repeating these patterns?
They would if she can't forgive him, if she never speaks to him again after this, but the thought of that hurts almost as much as everything they've said to each other in the last few -- God, she doesn't even know how long it's been, and it doesn't really matter. She just knows she doesn't want to hate him forever.
For a moment, it's almost like she's not going to let go of his hand, but then her grip loosens and she leans back against the wall again, nodding and not meeting his gaze.]
Goodbye, Saul.
[It feels more final than I'll see you around, but it's the only words she can find.
She should walk away, but she waits for him to leave, first, before heading back down to 104.]
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But she doesn't, she bites her tongue on it and just exhales shakily when he rests his head against hers. Are they ever gonna stop repeating these patterns?
They would if she can't forgive him, if she never speaks to him again after this, but the thought of that hurts almost as much as everything they've said to each other in the last few -- God, she doesn't even know how long it's been, and it doesn't really matter. She just knows she doesn't want to hate him forever.
For a moment, it's almost like she's not going to let go of his hand, but then her grip loosens and she leans back against the wall again, nodding and not meeting his gaze.]
Goodbye, Saul.
[It feels more final than I'll see you around, but it's the only words she can find.
She should walk away, but she waits for him to leave, first, before heading back down to 104.]