gale is sitting on the edge of their bed, hot tears burning in her eyes as his gentle voice flutters into her ears. god, he was so patient with her. she didn't deserve it. all of her suppressed feelings were manifesting themselves in a verbal bite that would turn anyone else away without a second thought. yet he doesn't budge. she sighs, blue eyes lifting to meet the warm brown of his. " i'm sorry. " it's a genuine apology and shows in the way she intertwines their fingers together when she reaches for his hand. a gentle pull acts as her wordless way of asking him to come sit next to her. gale thought she'd have gotten used to the aftermath of these attacks by now, but the spree fifteen years since the original still managed to send her on an emotionally draining journey she wasn't prepared for.
" i don't actually want you to leave me alone. " there's a soft, watery smile as she releases her legs from underneath the t-shirt she'd snagged from dewey's drawer and pulled over her knees. " remember when you said i bottle things up too much? " a truth, and a fact anyone who knows her even slightly has come to realize. and dewey, well, he knows her better than anyone else ever has. " i'm pretty sure that's what's happening right now. "
where is all this coming from ? @dewyriley
