AS soon as Jo pulled back he slumped back, thankfully not into the mess his body had rejected. He heard her words again. And one of those rare words, he says to her but few others...at least not with meaning.
"I'm... I'm sorry." He grumbled out trying to fight his bodies urge to go again. He was stubborn but the will is not as strong as a body used to fighting to survive.
His brown eyes for once looked pitiful as he laid there, some of the mess in his hair, but he's always dirty he doesn't care. Not when his head is ringing worse and he's looking at her like she's a life line. The way he looked at Ylfa when he was scared as a child or wanted her to help with something. "I..i didn't mean to."
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Date: 2016-12-02 05:00 am (UTC)"I'm... I'm sorry." He grumbled out trying to fight his bodies urge to go again. He was stubborn but the will is not as strong as a body used to fighting to survive.
His brown eyes for once looked pitiful as he laid there, some of the mess in his hair, but he's always dirty he doesn't care. Not when his head is ringing worse and he's looking at her like she's a life line. The way he looked at Ylfa when he was scared as a child or wanted her to help with something. "I..i didn't mean to."