It felt like it was 'away from Jag', and it felt horrible in its own right, like Jag had fucked up the right way to react, and now Coby was pulling away. He shrank a little in his seat, watching Coby with muted eyes. It didn't help that what Coby was saying sounded, so much, like that fucking curse he'd been under.
There wasn't really anything to say to it, so he looked down at his hands in his lap, one of them holding the glass, his thumb playing with the rings on his other hand, he now realised. He stopped fiddling, and looked up and over at Coby. "I'm sorry."
For whatever he'd done, or failed to do, and for Coby have to go through this at all, never mind over and over again, by the sound of it. Never mind wishing his Emma was here. If his angel could help Coby, then Jag wished Anael was here, because no one should have to go through that shit.
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Date: 2018-02-23 01:17 am (UTC)There wasn't really anything to say to it, so he looked down at his hands in his lap, one of them holding the glass, his thumb playing with the rings on his other hand, he now realised. He stopped fiddling, and looked up and over at Coby. "I'm sorry."
For whatever he'd done, or failed to do, and for Coby have to go through this at all, never mind over and over again, by the sound of it. Never mind wishing his Emma was here. If his angel could help Coby, then Jag wished Anael was here, because no one should have to go through that shit.