[He makes eye contact again when she talks about the Red Room. He can't imagine this is easy for her by any stretch of the imagination. It's not like she had a lot more time than he did to work through... everything. But he does have bad habits of sweeping everything under the rug and saying everything's fine over and over again like a broken record until nobody questions it anymore. She's probably a little less inclined to stick her fingers in her ears and do the same.]
Yeah. [He doesn't even know where to start, really. He knows this isn't transactional - it's not like she offers him something and he's obligated to give her something back. It doesn't work that way.]
It's just. [His face scrunches up and his other hand moves, grabbing the fabric of his pants over the top of his thigh, pulling down a bit before letting go again.] Telling you won't fix anything. And then you have to live with it, too.
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Yeah. [He doesn't even know where to start, really. He knows this isn't transactional - it's not like she offers him something and he's obligated to give her something back. It doesn't work that way.]
It's just. [His face scrunches up and his other hand moves, grabbing the fabric of his pants over the top of his thigh, pulling down a bit before letting go again.] Telling you won't fix anything. And then you have to live with it, too.