[Prior's lips work around an oh, but the sound doesn't quite get there in time to match the movement. In what might be becoming a leitmotif, the idea that Nash would have come to see him hadn't really occurred. He's done enough, one more person beyond the one in the room behind him that Prior has to feel responsible for dragging into hell.
Yes, yes, responsible's a big word to use for a man who would have come, anyway, a man who would have gone, anyway. Prior's not the one who made them what they are, but somehow to have had the advantage of it adds guilt to the fraught little tangle of emotions he's already preoccupied by not dealing with.
Oh.]
They're pretty.
[And whether it's unexpected kindness or just things catching up to him now he's stayed still too long, suddenly Prior's turning his head, a palm pushed up over his face in a not-subtle attempt to stop the emotion that's showing there. He's not let himself cry yet and at some point it will get too hard to blink away what keeps welling up, but he just about manages now.]
I - I don't have a room.
[Thank you is what he wants to say, but it seems too little and too much.]
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Yes, yes, responsible's a big word to use for a man who would have come, anyway, a man who would have gone, anyway. Prior's not the one who made them what they are, but somehow to have had the advantage of it adds guilt to the fraught little tangle of emotions he's already preoccupied by not dealing with.
Oh.]
They're pretty.
[And whether it's unexpected kindness or just things catching up to him now he's stayed still too long, suddenly Prior's turning his head, a palm pushed up over his face in a not-subtle attempt to stop the emotion that's showing there. He's not let himself cry yet and at some point it will get too hard to blink away what keeps welling up, but he just about manages now.]
I - I don't have a room.
[Thank you is what he wants to say, but it seems too little and too much.]