[The sound of his name is physically painful, and he hates that. He hates not being able to block out when someone else is hurting, even if they've hurt him first, even if he feels it's justified in his tit-for-tat, kneejerk desire for vengeance.]
[His mouth presses in a tight line, and he hesitates- all of the welled up anger he's worked himself up into, going in circles in his head all night about what if he hadn't said anything and what if he'd never known and how dare he faltering in the span of a single breath.]
Why are you... [He starts unsurely, distrustful. His brow hardens as he looks at him, his eyes wide in moonlight from the windows, and he glances towards his shared bedroom and back once more.]
[His gaze drops, shamefully. It's obvious why. He's been read like a book.]
no subject
[His mouth presses in a tight line, and he hesitates- all of the welled up anger he's worked himself up into, going in circles in his head all night about what if he hadn't said anything and what if he'd never known and how dare he faltering in the span of a single breath.]
Why are you... [He starts unsurely, distrustful. His brow hardens as he looks at him, his eyes wide in moonlight from the windows, and he glances towards his shared bedroom and back once more.]
[His gaze drops, shamefully. It's obvious why. He's been read like a book.]
...Are you gonna stop me?