Not knowing if she'd be deterred by his poor company, he wasn't entirely prepared for her to actually arrive. Eleven dragged his hands over his eyes, hoping it had been long enough since he'd cried that she wouldn't be able to tell.
It was awful, seeing her and unable to muster the adoration she deserved. Everything had been so wonderful only two days before.
"Thank you," he said, accepting the tray and stepping aside to allow her in. "I'm sorry for the trouble."
There weren't a great amount of personal touches to his room. A desk shoved in front of the large window was littered with papers and a short stack of books, the floor largely clear but for shards of a broken something or other from the display case catching the light. The bed that looked almost as though someone had started to make it then given up partway. Twin blades leaned up against the bedside stand in easy reach of the pillows.
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Date: 2021-09-21 01:14 am (UTC)It was awful, seeing her and unable to muster the adoration she deserved. Everything had been so wonderful only two days before.
"Thank you," he said, accepting the tray and stepping aside to allow her in. "I'm sorry for the trouble."
There weren't a great amount of personal touches to his room. A desk shoved in front of the large window was littered with papers and a short stack of books, the floor largely clear but for shards of a broken something or other from the display case catching the light. The bed that looked almost as though someone had started to make it then given up partway. Twin blades leaned up against the bedside stand in easy reach of the pillows.
"I, er, probably should have straightened up.."