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Ana Ramír Faraldo ([personal profile] heavilyhit) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology 2016-09-03 02:27 am (UTC)

No.

[ The last thing she wants is for him to leave, it's about time she admits it to herself. It's been so long since she'd seen his eyes on hers so... calmly. He may be wary now, but he's empty of the hate she'd come to expect in every snatched glance. They don't see eye-to-eye much, literally or metaphorically. Too busy trying to find ways to hurt each other. Her own anger feels a little lost with nothing to feed it, and finishes draining away. The sadness under that, always present under that, remains.

Her face shifts again, any remnant of the smile fading away. She'd been caught off guard by the initial sight of him, and sealed away her generally open expressions, but now she's beginning to settle into a course. There's no need for the professional mask, and regret comes to bear plainly over her face.

She's not going to kill him. She honestly couldn't if she tried.
]

You're so fucking young. [ She lifts a hand, aimed for a gentle brush against his cheek. ] God, you've only known me for — what, three years? Two?

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