[ Roughened skin slips through his fingers. He's left with his hand in the air, holding onto nothing. His expression turns stubborn, determined not to be affected by the rejection. He's used to it. ]
That is my point.
[ Said calmly, with a hint of obstinacy behind teal and grey. ]
no subject
That is my point.
[ Said calmly, with a hint of obstinacy behind teal and grey. ]
You don't hate me, do you?