She fixes a look at him. Flicking between his eyes, sudden and immediate. Terrified it'd go away again, he'd stare at her blankly like nothing happened. Biting her lip she tries to stick herself back together to some semblance of sensible. It worked, some what, his presence helped like it always did.
Tries then instead to ease the pain
"You didn't tell me you used to be a stubborn ass when people were trying to help you."
He huffs quietly in amusement, shaking his head as he leans forward to ... nip at her nose. Just a little bit. A pinch.
"Did I not tell you about my arguments with Achilles?"
They usually came down to one thing: He'd already decided how he wanted to do something and refused to listen to any warnings or other ideas. Maybe he would have found himself in trouble less often if he had. Whether things would have turned out better or worse, however, he wasn't going to reflect on. What's done is done.
Tear strained and sniffling, she can't help the little hiccuped scrunch of her nose as he nipped, a whine on her lips of Connor, don't tease, I'm messy.
"You told me you argued with him. That's not the same as being so stubborn I had to kick a wall in to make you listen to me for a second."
She leans over and nips him back, all things in equal measure.
"You should have seen your face though. You looked like your eyes were going to fall out of your head in surprise."
Well, he supposes she wouldn't know exactly how those arguments went. Achilles may not have had the physical strength to kick a wall in, but there was power in his voice that would probably sway many.
He smiles gently at the whine, and only makes a slight face when she returns the favour. It's only fair, after all.
"I'm sure I did."
He pushes himself up enough to take a seat next to her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head while at it, as he releases one of her hands but keeps holding onto the other.
She leans in - and as much as she wants to keep up her teasing banter with him, in a second she will to make sure - make sure he's okay. That he's back to himself. That's what matters most.
But for that second when he kisses her forehead, her eyes close, and she breathes out so slowly. He's there and he's okay. He wants to kiss her still, wants to hold her. It'd been easier if he'd just been gone. Then she wouldn't have to look at him and want to touch him, but have to stop every impulse and make it worse.
Her eyes close and her head tilts up. Her now free hand resting on his shoulder as she curls it up against his clothes, holding him tightly. The warmth of him, his heart beat loud in her ears again, soothing and settling through her.
"It was hell, Connor." She breathes out at last. As much as she could admit. "You were right there, and I couldn't talk to you. I couldn't ask you anything. You looked at me and..." she might as well have been a ghost in the shadow of their relationship that never was. Erased in a way not even Jack could divine to be so hurtful.
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Tries then instead to ease the pain
"You didn't tell me you used to be a stubborn ass when people were trying to help you."
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"Did I not tell you about my arguments with Achilles?"
They usually came down to one thing: He'd already decided how he wanted to do something and refused to listen to any warnings or other ideas. Maybe he would have found himself in trouble less often if he had. Whether things would have turned out better or worse, however, he wasn't going to reflect on. What's done is done.
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"You told me you argued with him. That's not the same as being so stubborn I had to kick a wall in to make you listen to me for a second."
She leans over and nips him back, all things in equal measure.
"You should have seen your face though. You looked like your eyes were going to fall out of your head in surprise."
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He smiles gently at the whine, and only makes a slight face when she returns the favour. It's only fair, after all.
"I'm sure I did."
He pushes himself up enough to take a seat next to her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head while at it, as he releases one of her hands but keeps holding onto the other.
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But for that second when he kisses her forehead, her eyes close, and she breathes out so slowly. He's there and he's okay. He wants to kiss her still, wants to hold her. It'd been easier if he'd just been gone. Then she wouldn't have to look at him and want to touch him, but have to stop every impulse and make it worse.
Her eyes close and her head tilts up. Her now free hand resting on his shoulder as she curls it up against his clothes, holding him tightly. The warmth of him, his heart beat loud in her ears again, soothing and settling through her.
"It was hell, Connor." She breathes out at last. As much as she could admit. "You were right there, and I couldn't talk to you. I couldn't ask you anything. You looked at me and..." she might as well have been a ghost in the shadow of their relationship that never was. Erased in a way not even Jack could divine to be so hurtful.