[ He can see it all, the way she walls up, the way she wants to distance herself. How hurt she is, in many different ways.
It cracks something inside him again and he wants to lash out, to yell and hiss and scream at her so she hates him and leaves him here. The saner part of him could never do that, because he loves her so much.
(Yeah, this isn't great for anybody involved, huh. Yasha shifts her weight to her other foot, then relents the tight fold of her arms so she can lean forward and push a kiss to his cheek before she turns and leaves. Because even though though she feels so helpless and angry and uncertain and hurt, she still loves him, and she won't ever leave him without reminding him of that. Even with the briefest of gestures.
Anyway. She's going to find Beau, because she really needs somebody to be on her side about this right now if she's going to figure out what to do next.)
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It cracks something inside him again and he wants to lash out, to yell and hiss and scream at her so she hates him and leaves him here. The saner part of him could never do that, because he loves her so much.
Instead he just... stand there. Lost. ]
...alright.
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Anyway. She's going to find Beau, because she really needs somebody to be on her side about this right now if she's going to figure out what to do next.)