CLOSED | prompt eight | RUIN

[dondarrion]

prompt eight | R U I N dressing-room style. closed to rog.

 

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[forsook]

[ It's a smile that he mirrors, his hand coming up to her wrist, not to pull her hand away but simply to be assured of her presence. (Anyone else and she wouldn't bother — he knows that. It's a point of both comfort and guilt; the former because he knows that even when he can't rely on himself, he'll be able to rely on her, and the latter because he's had something of a habit of letting her down, the current case in point being a perfect example.) ]

Don't think I'd ever be able t' handle you, [ he notes, in much the same kind of tone (as if this were something of a black comedy, as if things weren't dire in the least). ]

I'd be no good for you, anyway.