[ But even as he sends it, he knows that that won't be enough. Alhaitham sounds— can you even sound over text, he wonders— upset somehow, and every time he re-reads the message the feeling he has only gets worse, as if he's broken something more irreparably than before.
(Isn't this what he wanted?)
He shouldn't, but he gets up, storms his way over to Alhaitham's room on shaking legs, raps a hard fist against the flat of the door. He's shaking, but he's not drunk. He hasn't had a single drop to drink tonight— something he's regretting more and more as this mess progresses. ]
Alhaitham?
[ He's meant to make the other hate him and walk away safe. He's not meant to regret this. ]
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[ But even as he sends it, he knows that that won't be enough. Alhaitham sounds— can you even sound over text, he wonders— upset somehow, and every time he re-reads the message the feeling he has only gets worse, as if he's broken something more irreparably than before.
(Isn't this what he wanted?)
He shouldn't, but he gets up, storms his way over to Alhaitham's room on shaking legs, raps a hard fist against the flat of the door. He's shaking, but he's not drunk. He hasn't had a single drop to drink tonight— something he's regretting more and more as this mess progresses. ]
Alhaitham?
[ He's meant to make the other hate him and walk away safe. He's not meant to regret this. ]