As if a locked door could stop him. Still, he got the message and sat on the bed, sighing softly as he ran his fingers through his hair. She was more upset than he expected her to be, honestly.
So he screwed up. He brought her back. That showed he cared, didn't it? Why didn't that mean anything to her? He'd have to prove to her that he needed her, that he wasn't just going to let her go.
She was his, after all, and she just had to learn that.
He began to undo his belt buckle, stripping to change into clothes to sleep in.
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Date: 2009-10-28 11:35 pm (UTC)So he screwed up. He brought her back. That showed he cared, didn't it? Why didn't that mean anything to her? He'd have to prove to her that he needed her, that he wasn't just going to let her go.
She was his, after all, and she just had to learn that.
He began to undo his belt buckle, stripping to change into clothes to sleep in.