[ Tylor feels Morgan's words sink to the pit of his stomach with the upset along with the rest of the words he'd wanted to say. The air is gone from the sails of his blip of barely there anger.
There's nothing else to say now. But Hani is handing the phone over and disappearing from the frame. And for a beat, a glance, all Tylor does is take a deep breath and deflates. Relaxes, really, back against hot brick in a cramped alleyway.
They're both drained. All three, really, but Tylor doesn't think there is anything else to be gained today talking to Morgan. They'd said what they meant. And here they are now. Hani will want his call next, he figures.
It's easy for him to sound warm again after all of that. As if he hadn't been upset moments before, he offers Morgan a smile. A return to form, habit more than deeply penetrating calm. It'd be easy to prod him back to raw emotion. But for now it is placid. ]
It's really unfair, how beautiful you still look.
[ He would brush Morgan's hair back if he could, his finger even twitches with the unsatisfied urge. ]
I'm going to call you later, if that's alright. But remember to drink some water and get enough sleep, okay?
[ He will give Morgan time to hang up before he does, time he spends soaking in the moment he has to peacefully, quietly, look over his face. ]
( Don't change who you are - he would have so many times, if only he knew how. But he lets Hani part without further remark, lets Tylor talk on beauty without a word, too, though he knows the both of them sincere in what they say.
He knows this is his fault. We were so happy before - yes, he does that; he leaves things a little worse off, maybe. But he doesn't know if he feels regret, he doesn't know if he feels particular mind. They would have been better off if he remained as he was, wanting nothing and hedging toward needs every now and again, but ultimately pliable. But he is changing, whether he likes it or not (he doesn't).
He looks at the phone in his hand, he looks at Tylor on the little screen, the burden heavier than it feels like it should be. )
... All right.
( He doesn't make it clear what he's agreeing to, but he agrees. )
See you.
( It almost seems like there's more he intends to say, but, after a moment, he doesn't, this time. He leaves it alone, the matter done, the blood spilt, and hangs up.
Hani and Tylor would have each other, and they could find some other third eventually. One who spoke their same secret language, who - was maybe, a little bit more whole. And then things would be fine with them, again.
Life goes on. He just needs to focus on his goal, and his life will stay clean and simple - surely, surely, surely. )
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Date: 2023-09-07 10:36 am (UTC)There's nothing else to say now. But Hani is handing the phone over and disappearing from the frame. And for a beat, a glance, all Tylor does is take a deep breath and deflates. Relaxes, really, back against hot brick in a cramped alleyway.
They're both drained. All three, really, but Tylor doesn't think there is anything else to be gained today talking to Morgan. They'd said what they meant. And here they are now. Hani will want his call next, he figures.
It's easy for him to sound warm again after all of that. As if he hadn't been upset moments before, he offers Morgan a smile. A return to form, habit more than deeply penetrating calm. It'd be easy to prod him back to raw emotion. But for now it is placid. ]
It's really unfair, how beautiful you still look.
[ He would brush Morgan's hair back if he could, his finger even twitches with the unsatisfied urge. ]
I'm going to call you later, if that's alright. But remember to drink some water and get enough sleep, okay?
[ He will give Morgan time to hang up before he does, time he spends soaking in the moment he has to peacefully, quietly, look over his face. ]
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Date: 2023-09-07 10:53 am (UTC)He knows this is his fault. We were so happy before - yes, he does that; he leaves things a little worse off, maybe. But he doesn't know if he feels regret, he doesn't know if he feels particular mind. They would have been better off if he remained as he was, wanting nothing and hedging toward needs every now and again, but ultimately pliable. But he is changing, whether he likes it or not (he doesn't).
He looks at the phone in his hand, he looks at Tylor on the little screen, the burden heavier than it feels like it should be. )
... All right.
( He doesn't make it clear what he's agreeing to, but he agrees. )
See you.
( It almost seems like there's more he intends to say, but, after a moment, he doesn't, this time. He leaves it alone, the matter done, the blood spilt, and hangs up.
Hani and Tylor would have each other, and they could find some other third eventually. One who spoke their same secret language, who - was maybe, a little bit more whole. And then things would be fine with them, again.
Life goes on. He just needs to focus on his goal, and his life will stay clean and simple - surely, surely, surely. )