❛ i’m not crying , my eyes are just watering. ❜
𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐓 ? eyes dart, taking stock of her for obvious signs of distress , but then that doesn't help — alex is always in some sort of distress when she's not staring at you head on , eyes wide , shooting hateful laser beams , like female 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙨 only her beams are BLUE and indignant. the whole world, is out to get alex levy at any given moment and so there's a forcefield around her , constant blowback , so no . . . no , there is emotion there , this is obviously a lie.
a shoulder draws inward, a hand sliding into his pocket. ❝ of course they are. you've had , quite the year alex. levy. ahm . . . ❞ lips press together , eyes following the downward bob of his chin towards his shoes before he peers at her sideways , elects to give her another moment while he scratches his jaw. ❝ look i'm not here to kick you when you're down , i think this self - punishing thing is getting kinda old , don't you think . . . ? ❞ a gentle little placement , like he is trying to balance a feather sideways on a spoon that's already balancing on the rim of a cup. he watches to see how it lands before the pinched expression sobers , growing older in front of her in mere seconds. ❝ this doesn't change anything alex , ❞ hands are braced outward , hands bare , nothing's being hidden here, she has to know that , it's the only way he can show her , how empty they are of anything to hold back — or hold onto for that matter. ❝ i still think you're non-mortal soil. i believe it. it's time to put some fucking gloves on and show them. ❞