He's been trying not to, being relatively silent about it, but he's miserable. He just sits there, staring at Asher, lost and afraid and unsure.
"You don't want me anymore, do you?" he finally whispers, misreading what he sees on Asher's face, assuming the worst.
He feels every bit as young as his twenty-years are, and that vulnerability shines as bright as his tears as he waits for Asher to tell him he's simply too much trouble to deal with.
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Date: 2009-07-10 01:56 pm (UTC)He's been trying not to, being relatively silent about it, but he's miserable. He just sits there, staring at Asher, lost and afraid and unsure.
"You don't want me anymore, do you?" he finally whispers, misreading what he sees on Asher's face, assuming the worst.
He feels every bit as young as his twenty-years are, and that vulnerability shines as bright as his tears as he waits for Asher to tell him he's simply too much trouble to deal with.