hippestbarista:
❛ right…❜ he says in response, those words sticking to his mouth like tar ( or maybe that was the nicotine? ) . a long inhale&& the angels chest heaved a sigh as he tried to search for the right words he wanted to say. joshua was obviously choosing his words, because half of him was expecting some backhanded remark. it was probably not a good idea he didn’t.
❛ i’m…. i’m somethin’, j.❜ was what he managed to get out before flicking the ash off the end of his cigarette. ❛ work aside, i’m kinda feelin’ left out t’dry. s’real buzzkill. ❜ it wasn’t like what he was feeling was joshua’s fault. he had picked his own choices in life- accepted his punishment for his transgressions…. but damn was it hard.
❛ i’m tired. that’s what I am.❜
he knows why , or believes he does , well aware that there are consequences for certain actions , for attempting to save a city and breaking heaven - set rules to do it and if he feels badly for anything it is that sanae is struggling --- but that is not enough to regret his actions and if asked . . . if asked. that is something he could do , a query he could make while he has some kind of a foothold in angel’s honesty and he’s tempted , truthfully , even if he feels he already knows the answer.
❛ tired . . . yes , i imagine you are with everything you have on your plate. ❜ there’s a sigh , quiet , followed by a soft click of his tongue as attention averts downward , thinking ; chin raises once more , focus given back to barista and there’s a more somber air to his tone where bitterness once resided. he’s still angry , still festers resentment --- but that’s not the point in this very moment nor is it the brunt of his emotions.
❛ do you regret it ? ❜
