[He could have been more polite, she was concerned after all, but unless she was going to give him a new pair of lungs tomorrow on top of everything else, there was no point in fussing over it. It was his fault anyway, overexerting himself like he had. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing, but he can still feel her gaze on him. A moment... he just needs a moment.
She asks him to wait and he cracks an eye, one red iris peering at her from under the shadow of his visor. Did she think he was going to leap back out the window when he could barely walk without falling over? He watches her go, taking in the shape of her and trying to commit it to memory in the few seconds he has.
By the time she comes back, he's put himself in order and is standing straighter without the need to slump himself over the edge of the desk. His head feels clearer as well, his breathing easier. He's not entirely sure what she's doing until she starts switching the labels and rambling out some sort of excuse. She doesn't have to do this, but he can't bring himself to say it. He doubts she would listen to him anyway.
He hesitates only briefly before closing his fingers around the bottle she gives him. They both knew he hated following 'doctor's orders', but he could give her this one concession.]
I will. Arigatou. [He starts to lift his hand, an urge to touch her just one last time, but stops himself halfway and brushes past her towards the window. He can feel his insides twisting up the closer he gets, teeth clenching behind his mask. Just let him do this... let him just walk away...
He gets to the window and steps up onto the sill, crouched there on the edge of this last threshold, the night air cold against his skin. And there he hesitates, that part of him that had laid broken in her arms so recently howling up from the black pit he had shoved it back down into. A litany of curses tumble through his head, all kept silent, but he finally tugs off his mask and turns around, red eyes bright in the dark as he seeks her.]
...Angela. [One more for the road, as Jesse liked to say- he just wants one more taste of her before he leaves.]
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She asks him to wait and he cracks an eye, one red iris peering at her from under the shadow of his visor. Did she think he was going to leap back out the window when he could barely walk without falling over? He watches her go, taking in the shape of her and trying to commit it to memory in the few seconds he has.
By the time she comes back, he's put himself in order and is standing straighter without the need to slump himself over the edge of the desk. His head feels clearer as well, his breathing easier. He's not entirely sure what she's doing until she starts switching the labels and rambling out some sort of excuse. She doesn't have to do this, but he can't bring himself to say it. He doubts she would listen to him anyway.
He hesitates only briefly before closing his fingers around the bottle she gives him. They both knew he hated following 'doctor's orders', but he could give her this one concession.]
I will. Arigatou. [He starts to lift his hand, an urge to touch her just one last time, but stops himself halfway and brushes past her towards the window. He can feel his insides twisting up the closer he gets, teeth clenching behind his mask. Just let him do this... let him just walk away...
He gets to the window and steps up onto the sill, crouched there on the edge of this last threshold, the night air cold against his skin. And there he hesitates, that part of him that had laid broken in her arms so recently howling up from the black pit he had shoved it back down into. A litany of curses tumble through his head, all kept silent, but he finally tugs off his mask and turns around, red eyes bright in the dark as he seeks her.]
...Angela. [One more for the road, as Jesse liked to say- he just wants one more taste of her before he leaves.]