Seconds ticked by, deepening his anxiety. Slowly he felt his heart sink in his chest, further, further, and his lungs ached. Maybe it was a bad idea to apologize like this. Maybe she was angrier that he tried to make her feel superior even though that wasnβt his intention, but on hindsight that was probably what this looked like. Curses, what was he doing?
Just when he became convinced he had done another mistake, she spoke. He frowned, perplexed. He knew that tone and it did not belong into the conversation they were about to have. Had he misjudged the severity of the situation? No, the hurt on her expression had been genuine. Confusion rattled his brain and the more he thought about it, the more uncertain he became.
His head remained lowered, giving him cover. He hesitated - even her phrasing wasnβt suited for the moment. Maybe, perhaps she had had her time with blowing off fumes and was now alright with what had happened. It didnβt match her personality but there was no other explanation. He didnβt know her that well yet to say what was in character for her, to begin with. And nothing else made sense.
βYes,β he slowly replied. βIβm sorry.β His voice was uncertain but it slipped into the tone that he used in their sessions also. Maybe she had planned other form of punishment for him. He didnβt know how he felt about that, but found many of his beliefs of the situation shaken, so he wasnβt in the right state of mind to figure it out, anyway.
Again she just looked at him, the smile fading from her lips. No, she was not able to hold this mask up. Even if she had thought for a brief moment that she was good like this. It simply hurt too much.
So much that she wished nothing more than to let him grovel before her for a way longer time then it was good for either of them. Days wouldnβt be enough for her anger, at least weeks if not months in this state!
She could feel her anger raising more againΒ before she glanced to the side and let a sigh out.
βWe should speak then. Even if I wish to see you way longer in this state then just this little bit.β even so it was harder for her to put every mask to the side. She had to remind herself that nobody would come here, that they were alone and had time for speaking. At least that is what she hoped, that no one would search for him and needed him right here and now.
Taking a deeper breath, she slowly glanced back to him. Awaiting by now that he was sitting properly again. ~Donβt slip under a mask again. It wonβt help you two!~ she reminded herself in her mind, letting him see very good that she was still angry. Eyes not as soft or bright, more of a darker shade of the already dark green.
βAnd I await honest words.β even if those might hurt her even more, but this was what she prefered then being played with. Maybe that was why it had hurt so much, that it felt this way even if she knew that he wasnβt playing with her. Still, they needed to do something with their position. They couldnβt let it be as it was now, couldnβt go and lie more and hurt each other in the end.
That is... If she hadnβt hurt him just seconds ago with her try to run under a mask to not show her anger anymore.
