[ He shakes his head and resolutely does not look at her, because he really fucking likes her, he realizes, and if he looks at her, then whatever decision he tries to make in the next few seconds won't be the logical one. ]
... I don't know.
[ But when has he ever been logical, anyway? And he's sore and exhausted and a whole mess of other things, and sleeping didn't help anything, didn't help at all with getting his head on straight and made things even more muddled.
And he laughs, then, and it's more like a noise, empty and tired and mirthless, because how ridiculous is he being? Stupid. Sentimental. Weak. Burden. Childish. ]
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... I don't know.
[ But when has he ever been logical, anyway? And he's sore and exhausted and a whole mess of other things, and sleeping didn't help anything, didn't help at all with getting his head on straight and made things even more muddled.
And he laughs, then, and it's more like a noise, empty and tired and mirthless, because how ridiculous is he being? Stupid. Sentimental. Weak. Burden. Childish. ]
Fuck. I don't know.