so even though his first instinct is to yank his hand away, he lets her take it, looking up at her miserably. He's been through enough tonight, and he's worn out; he looks more vulnerable than he ever has, even when he got dosed with that love potion. Oddly, his right eye is bright, crimson red, almost glowing - a stark contrast to the regular dark purple-brown. ]
Annoyed... You should hate me. I thought you would...
[ but maybe, inside, he knew she wouldn't, as much as he feels like he deserves it. ]
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so even though his first instinct is to yank his hand away, he lets her take it, looking up at her miserably. He's been through enough tonight, and he's worn out; he looks more vulnerable than he ever has, even when he got dosed with that love potion. Oddly, his right eye is bright, crimson red, almost glowing - a stark contrast to the regular dark purple-brown. ]
Annoyed... You should hate me. I thought you would...
[ but maybe, inside, he knew she wouldn't, as much as he feels like he deserves it. ]