Which is painfully obvious by the fact that she's in the middle of a wheat field. But where she is hardly matters when he's looking at her like ... that. Painfully vulnerable, at least by his standards — it doesn't take a genius to figure out that her standing here has implications.
Implications she's almost too familiar with by this point, and even more so with every second that ticks forward ( how terribly ironic, some part of her thinks. The part that's not having her heart seize up ). A few more words from Boxer, and she manages to work out the reason for the ( open, obvious, heart-broken ) shock. Except even with those two questions answered, that only serves as the start of many more that she likely won't get answers to.
So— what now?
She swallows, taking a step forward. Closing the distance first and foremost, because she's not nearly heartless enough to stand as Boxer breaks down in front of her. Hearing it was one thing, but seeing is infinite times worse, surprising absolutely no one. She raises her hand in an attempt to reach for his, but halfway through the trajectory changes and she brings it back closer to herself to—
I'm okay. A small price to pay, in order for him to try and — what? Wake up? Snap out of it? Figure out if this is really him, or some strange copy that the Storm has created for her? Her eyebrows knit together for a moment, but her gaze never leaves his. You know this didn't happen. ]
as always we're slow together
Which is painfully obvious by the fact that she's in the middle of a wheat field. But where she is hardly matters when he's looking at her like ... that. Painfully vulnerable, at least by his standards — it doesn't take a genius to figure out that her standing here has implications.
Implications she's almost too familiar with by this point, and even more so with every second that ticks forward ( how terribly ironic, some part of her thinks. The part that's not having her heart seize up ). A few more words from Boxer, and she manages to work out the reason for the ( open, obvious, heart-broken ) shock. Except even with those two questions answered, that only serves as the start of many more that she likely won't get answers to.
So— what now?
She swallows, taking a step forward. Closing the distance first and foremost, because she's not nearly heartless enough to stand as Boxer breaks down in front of her. Hearing it was one thing, but seeing is infinite times worse, surprising absolutely no one. She raises her hand in an attempt to reach for his, but halfway through the trajectory changes and she brings it back closer to herself to—
I'm okay. A small price to pay, in order for him to try and — what? Wake up? Snap out of it? Figure out if this is really him, or some strange copy that the Storm has created for her? Her eyebrows knit together for a moment, but her gaze never leaves his. You know this didn't happen. ]