"You came here?" His face falls. "But I've been here and didn't see you. Unable to leave; the door won't open for me. I don't know what that's supposed to be trying to tell me, but..." Glancing down, he studies his own hands. "Other than that, I'm all right, I suppose."
He's not sure if the anger he feels toward her is still justified or if it was ever justified, for that matter. Regardless, he's hugely glad to see her. Sitting on the bed, he covers his face with his hands. "Listen, love. I allow myself moments of anger; we all do. But I would never walk out on you and not come back like this." Glancing up at her, he continues. "Still, I need to know that you believe in me and in what I'm doing. Because if you don't... well... perhaps there are some things I need to reassess."
Bill realises fully that what she hears versus what he says is up for grabs. She's still glaring at him, after all, and she can be a fierce and unyielding presence when she wants. It's one of the things he loves about her.
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Date: 2006-04-23 05:10 pm (UTC)He's not sure if the anger he feels toward her is still justified or if it was ever justified, for that matter. Regardless, he's hugely glad to see her. Sitting on the bed, he covers his face with his hands. "Listen, love. I allow myself moments of anger; we all do. But I would never walk out on you and not come back like this." Glancing up at her, he continues. "Still, I need to know that you believe in me and in what I'm doing. Because if you don't... well... perhaps there are some things I need to reassess."
Bill realises fully that what she hears versus what he says is up for grabs. She's still glaring at him, after all, and she can be a fierce and unyielding presence when she wants. It's one of the things he loves about her.
Still.