[ He doesn't say anything as she walks away. A part of him wants to shake her, hating that she's just giving up like this. On him, on them, but most of all on herself. It's a frustration he's rarely known because he's never allowed himself to care this much before.
It was easier to care about cases and money and all those stupid banquets. He buried himself in them.
Maybe this was why.
He watches her walk away until he can't really see her anymore and remains there for a few moments longer, his legs not wanting to move. When he can finally manage, he's slow to shuffle his way through the park. It barely registers when someone holds out something for him to take. He takes it without thinking and by the time he realizes it's a flower, he's forgotten why he wouldn't want it in the first place.
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It was easier to care about cases and money and all those stupid banquets. He buried himself in them.
Maybe this was why.
He watches her walk away until he can't really see her anymore and remains there for a few moments longer, his legs not wanting to move. When he can finally manage, he's slow to shuffle his way through the park. It barely registers when someone holds out something for him to take. He takes it without thinking and by the time he realizes it's a flower, he's forgotten why he wouldn't want it in the first place.
His clothes also feel a bit too big on him.
Wait... this isn't New York.... ]