[ the cards were right. her gesture for heine to join her on the couch triggers an immediate thickness in his throat, his vision crowding in briefly from the edges before he shakes his head to clear it. since his escape from the facility, there have been two women—one woman and one girl, really—whose touch hasn't sent him spiraling straight into the hollow darkness of a panic attack, and at first blush it does not appear that vanessa is among the chosen few.
heine braces both feet against the floor. he puts his chin in his hand, covering his mouth as he chews the inside of his cheek. thinking, weighing his options. he tastes blood in his mouth but the wound is already closing, flesh knitting together under his tongue.
on the one hand, his guns back. on the other hand— ]
I'll sit. [ the words come out like broken glass, all sharp edges. ] Do not touch me.
[ if her powers are what she says they are, heine can understand why contact would be preferable, but this is the only concession he can make. she's just going to have to work with him as he fights against both his fight and his flight instincts. ]
i apologize in advance just in case
heine braces both feet against the floor. he puts his chin in his hand, covering his mouth as he chews the inside of his cheek. thinking, weighing his options. he tastes blood in his mouth but the wound is already closing, flesh knitting together under his tongue.
on the one hand, his guns back. on the other hand— ]
I'll sit. [ the words come out like broken glass, all sharp edges. ] Do not touch me.
[ if her powers are what she says they are, heine can understand why contact would be preferable, but this is the only concession he can make. she's just going to have to work with him as he fights against both his fight and his flight instincts. ]