He doesn't sigh, but there is a movement. His chest, and part of his shoulders, rose and fell. Subtle. Missable by the human eye. Still cradling the small human girl to his chest, as though she were the most fragile china, he tilted his head.
It was an awkward angle, too. Not near enough to be resting on her chair, and yet off of his. A gravitation he didn't notice himself.
He was quiet for a long time even here. Maybe only half realizing he's been quiet for an endless string of minutes with her now. Before, he looked somewhere in the space between Bella's head and Alice's shoulder.
"The future -- you're --"
Is disjointed. Never makes a full sentence, still sounding like a vacant question the whole time. And there is a sigh, and he shook his head. He has no right to ask her. And she's been wrong before. He can't feel himself and he already cares more about them.
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Date: 2010-11-10 11:00 pm (UTC)It was an awkward angle, too. Not near enough to be resting on her chair, and yet off of his. A gravitation he didn't notice himself.
He was quiet for a long time even here. Maybe only half realizing he's been quiet for an endless string of minutes with her now. Before, he looked somewhere in the space between Bella's head and Alice's shoulder.
"The future -- you're --"
Is disjointed. Never makes a full sentence, still sounding like a vacant question the whole time. And there is a sigh, and he shook his head. He has no right to ask her. And she's been wrong before. He can't feel himself and he already cares more about them.