[ Simon drums his fingers on his knee, shoulders squared in tense resignation listening to this objective rundown. Actually, this is the worst answer. He'd almost prefer it if she had. If she'd just decided that the fate of humanity was more important than his feelings. And even then, she'd be right. ]
I know- [ and despite himself it's said with the harried edge of being wrong and hearing about how wrong you are when it's totally true and makes you pissed at yourself, like he didn't just ask a question she'd be within her rights to flip out at him about.
Around the tightness in his chest he takes a deep breath, the kind that involves your whole body, tone going flat and quelled. He tries to amend that, less peevishly, because no, that's another way of raining the shrapnel from his directionless anger at things that aren't Catherine's fault. ]
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I know- [ and despite himself it's said with the harried edge of being wrong and hearing about how wrong you are when it's totally true and makes you pissed at yourself, like he didn't just ask a question she'd be within her rights to flip out at him about.
Around the tightness in his chest he takes a deep breath, the kind that involves your whole body, tone going flat and quelled. He tries to amend that, less peevishly, because no, that's another way of raining the shrapnel from his directionless anger at things that aren't Catherine's fault. ]
I know. It was stupid.