[In retrospect, the amount of coffee he's consumed was a terrible idea, although at least it gives him something to blame for the jitters, as if he isn't well aware they're really because he has no idea how to handle anything about this situation.
He wants to be angry, he'd wanted to be angry when he first saw her, but it feels like the time for anger has long since passed. The problem is that he doesn't know what emotion that leaves him with.
The network serves a good distraction, it stops him from fussing uselessly about the kitchen, but the device is switched off as soon as he hears the door open. He hadn't been hovering completely at the door, but he's close enough that he's there just after she calls his name.
Looking at her feels like a slap in the face, but he tries to keep his expression steady.]
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He wants to be angry, he'd wanted to be angry when he first saw her, but it feels like the time for anger has long since passed. The problem is that he doesn't know what emotion that leaves him with.
The network serves a good distraction, it stops him from fussing uselessly about the kitchen, but the device is switched off as soon as he hears the door open. He hadn't been hovering completely at the door, but he's close enough that he's there just after she calls his name.
Looking at her feels like a slap in the face, but he tries to keep his expression steady.]
When?
[When is it, for her?]