[It does sting. But really, it's not even the physical pain he's feeling the most. He puts a hand to his now red cheek, which is now tender to the touch. Huh, a few months ago, this would have barely hurt and been forgotten soon. It's better he feels it. The longer he does, the better.
When she turns away, he takes a step back and leans against the wall outside her room, staring up at the ceiling. It'll all work out in the end. Maybe.
Not bloody likely. When he realizes that there's no other words to be said, he starts to walk away. But it's not Fenimore he's going to see. It's not outside either. He goes down the stairs, into the cave Toph carved out almost a year ago. If only the experiment wasn't clouding his mind, he might appreciate the irony here. The same experiment had crushed her too.
There's a quiet, dark hole he can go sit in, one that's not very obvious and is a place no one is going to find him at. It may be awhile before he comes out.]
[Action] /this icon, with less tears. Maybe. :|a
When she turns away, he takes a step back and leans against the wall outside her room, staring up at the ceiling. It'll all work out in the end. Maybe.
Not bloody likely. When he realizes that there's no other words to be said, he starts to walk away. But it's not Fenimore he's going to see. It's not outside either. He goes down the stairs, into the cave Toph carved out almost a year ago. If only the experiment wasn't clouding his mind, he might appreciate the irony here. The same experiment had crushed her too.
There's a quiet, dark hole he can go sit in, one that's not very obvious and is a place no one is going to find him at. It may be awhile before he comes out.]