Outside Milliways

[mnt_raph]

*Every emotion he's tried to control tonight gets the better of him, once he's outside. He keeps trying to convince himself that Splinter would be proud, but the truth of the matter is that any pride would be muted by damage he's just done to his hands. Bricks are not the most yielding of substances*

Comments

[mnt_raph]

*It's easy to tell by his expression that he's just swore at himself. He looks up slowly, and meets her gaze. It's all there the anger, hurt, confusion, desire, all there.*

[locks_it_up]

*Her eyes are old, and hold infinite compassion. Not pity. Pity's a whole different animal. It is apparent, on an instinctual level, that she understands.*

[mnt_raph]

*Continues to make direct eye contact*
This better?

[locks_it_up]

*She doesn't flinch away from it.*

You'd have to tell me.

[mnt_raph]

No. The answer is no.

[locks_it_up]

*that's when she drops her eyes*

*quietly* I have done you a disservice.

[mnt_raph]

*blinks in confusion*
Wait,... how?

*When she doesn't look up, he gently kicks her under the table*

[locks_it_up]

*small, sad smile*

It's not my place. I shouldn't have pressed.

[mnt_raph]

Course it is. You're my friend. Hell, it's practically your job.

[locks_it_up]

Yeah, but this... it's not The Job.

I don't know what to do for you, 'cept be here.

[mnt_raph]

For what it's worth, I appreciate you bein' here.

[locks_it_up]

*smiles* It's worth quite a bit.

[mnt_raph]

*Smiles back*

Good.
and, thanks

[locks_it_up]

You're welcome.