[ He can feel it. She is saturated with it. Regret is... so much of who she is, now– as anger has become so much of him. He takes a shuddering breath, broad shoulders dropping, losing their furious, hunched tension. His gaze slides away. ]
Against you?
[ He sniffs. Blinks a little too rapidly. Shakes his head. ]
no subject
Against you?
[ He sniffs. Blinks a little too rapidly. Shakes his head. ]
No.