[ that's the truth, or it is the way he means it: that she shouldn't have to be, that it's not her responsibility. he worries about her, not the other way around. he wants to shake off her hand and leave the conversation, but the simple pressure of her fingers feels like a restraint. ]
[ he looks up at her, looks her in the eye. his own are clear and green, shadowed with the weight of all his secrets, the things he'd done. she's beautiful, and derek hasn't known familial love in so long, hasn't even seen her in six years. it's confusing. ]
Cora...
[ he breathes it unhappily. ]
Just leave it alone. This is weird.
[ he finally pulls his hand away, pushes back his chair, grabbing his sandwich. he can take it upstairs and eat it, maybe work out until this itch under his skin is gone. ]
I HAVE A TIMESKIP PLANNED unless you have anything
[ that's the truth, or it is the way he means it: that she shouldn't have to be, that it's not her responsibility. he worries about her, not the other way around. he wants to shake off her hand and leave the conversation, but the simple pressure of her fingers feels like a restraint. ]
[ he looks up at her, looks her in the eye. his own are clear and green, shadowed with the weight of all his secrets, the things he'd done. she's beautiful, and derek hasn't known familial love in so long, hasn't even seen her in six years. it's confusing. ]
Cora...
[ he breathes it unhappily. ]
Just leave it alone. This is weird.
[ he finally pulls his hand away, pushes back his chair, grabbing his sandwich. he can take it upstairs and eat it, maybe work out until this itch under his skin is gone. ]