[The longer he waits for a response of any sort, the more he just wants to wither away. Shrivel up into dust and blow away dramatically so he'll never be seen again. That would be very helpful right now.
Why? He's just. Not cut out to handle this sort of stuff. All of these emotions he needs to deal with and everything he wants to have is not balancing out the way he'd like it to.
That kiss kind of summed up how horrible he was at it, really. He was meant to be avoiding Strider. Not throwing himself into his arms and holding his hands and kissing him. God, he's such a fucking idiot. Such a damn fool. Strider. That is. Because this had to be his fault somehow. Is running his hand through his hair? He is. Fuck. That's nice. He grunts quietly, not sure if he wants it to stop. No. Nonono. He does want it to stop, so he grunts again and moves his head away.
Still, his lips can't help but curl upward into the tiniest smile at Dirk's comment, but he schools himself into a stern expression. He steps backward, nodding at Dirk as he opens the door.]
Good evenin', Strider. [And with one final stare he's just going to. Slip through the door and stride far, far away to find his son.]
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Why? He's just. Not cut out to handle this sort of stuff. All of these emotions he needs to deal with and everything he wants to have is not balancing out the way he'd like it to.
That kiss kind of summed up how horrible he was at it, really. He was meant to be avoiding Strider. Not throwing himself into his arms and holding his hands and kissing him. God, he's such a fucking idiot. Such a damn fool. Strider. That is. Because this had to be his fault somehow. Is running his hand through his hair? He is. Fuck. That's nice. He grunts quietly, not sure if he wants it to stop. No. Nonono. He does want it to stop, so he grunts again and moves his head away.
Still, his lips can't help but curl upward into the tiniest smile at Dirk's comment, but he schools himself into a stern expression. He steps backward, nodding at Dirk as he opens the door.]
Good evenin', Strider. [And with one final stare he's just going to. Slip through the door and stride far, far away to find his son.]