[ He nods slowly. Sleep is probably a good idea, though with the agitated knot still coiling in his stomach, he wonders how much sleep he’ll actually be able to get. (Or maybe that’s the nausea?
But then again, maybe it’s both.)
He finishes off the water before carefully getting to his feet. He pauses as he moves toward the bedroom, lips parting to speak, but— what the hell is there to say, really?
(He could apologize. He could try to explain himself. He could say literally anything to help try to smooth over the jagged edges of the week.)
Instead, he lets out a breath, handing the glass back. ]
... Thanks.
[ Stilted, awkward. It’s the least he can offer in return. And with that stellar example of good manners, he trudges into the bedroom. ]
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But then again, maybe it’s both.)
He finishes off the water before carefully getting to his feet. He pauses as he moves toward the bedroom, lips parting to speak, but— what the hell is there to say, really?
(He could apologize. He could try to explain himself. He could say literally anything to help try to smooth over the jagged edges of the week.)
Instead, he lets out a breath, handing the glass back. ]
... Thanks.
[ Stilted, awkward. It’s the least he can offer in return. And with that stellar example of good manners, he trudges into the bedroom. ]