Lloyd shouldn't have said anything, shouldn't have indicated anything was wrong, he could have - god, he should have -
She pulls away from him and he feels the desperate grip she keeps on his shoulders, hears the anxiety coating her words, but it fades, and all he can hear is the pounding of rain, why is it raining so hard? His throat is heavy with remorse, his eyes are welling up with more tears, and he's so close to sobbing he knows the best thing to do is to keep his mouth shut.
He stands in front of her, keeps his head down, and doesn't make a sound. He can't deny her the truth, but he isn't strong enough to tell her to her face. He hiccups slightly, glances up at her, and then averts his eyes again, staring at the carpeted floor, at anything other than her face, lined with disbelief. His left hand burns with the way he's rubbing it through his glove, but he ignores it, too distraught to trust himself in this situation with nothing to distract his attention.
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She pulls away from him and he feels the desperate grip she keeps on his shoulders, hears the anxiety coating her words, but it fades, and all he can hear is the pounding of rain, why is it raining so hard? His throat is heavy with remorse, his eyes are welling up with more tears, and he's so close to sobbing he knows the best thing to do is to keep his mouth shut.
He stands in front of her, keeps his head down, and doesn't make a sound. He can't deny her the truth, but he isn't strong enough to tell her to her face. He hiccups slightly, glances up at her, and then averts his eyes again, staring at the carpeted floor, at anything other than her face, lined with disbelief. His left hand burns with the way he's rubbing it through his glove, but he ignores it, too distraught to trust himself in this situation with nothing to distract his attention.