Her words of agreement hurt a lot more than he thought they would, even though it's what he wanted to hear. Or thought he wanted to hear - now that she's saying them, he realizes he would rather she had insisted he go back, or that she stay with him, find some way for them to stay together.
A moment to stop and think about what to say next would probably be for the best. He knows this. And yet, his mouth opens and his words come unbidden, with a rush of emotion, a hint of fear almost.
"I don't want to be apart."
It's almost pathetic, the way he sounds, but considering she's all but shattered right in front of him, it seems only right that he shows to be as vulnerable as she is. It doesn't bother him, anyway - a long time ago, he remembers, they each other they would share every thought, every feeling, everything.
"I don't know what to do, Patricia. But I miss you so much... I can't go on like this."
His look is pleading, almost as if he's asking her: help me. Help him with what, though? Learning how to live without her, or how to just... live again?
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A moment to stop and think about what to say next would probably be for the best. He knows this. And yet, his mouth opens and his words come unbidden, with a rush of emotion, a hint of fear almost.
"I don't want to be apart."
It's almost pathetic, the way he sounds, but considering she's all but shattered right in front of him, it seems only right that he shows to be as vulnerable as she is. It doesn't bother him, anyway - a long time ago, he remembers, they each other they would share every thought, every feeling, everything.
"I don't know what to do, Patricia. But I miss you so much... I can't go on like this."
His look is pleading, almost as if he's asking her: help me. Help him with what, though? Learning how to live without her, or how to just... live again?