You're not. [ So he phrases it at first, looking at her, the rain making his face wet. Then, trying again: ] ...You won't.
[ Is that how he should be phrasing it? Regardless, the bus shelter is now in view, and he still intends to lead her that way, even if he's got a hood to help with most of that rain there. It's a soft pattering above their heads, thankfully not loud with its brick design.
He sucks in a breath, and there's a sensation like a shiver under his skin, that Robby isn't sure is from the cold or from the meeting. The weight of the information, the reminder of their situation. ]
no subject
[ Is that how he should be phrasing it? Regardless, the bus shelter is now in view, and he still intends to lead her that way, even if he's got a hood to help with most of that rain there. It's a soft pattering above their heads, thankfully not loud with its brick design.
He sucks in a breath, and there's a sensation like a shiver under his skin, that Robby isn't sure is from the cold or from the meeting. The weight of the information, the reminder of their situation. ]
I hate it too. All of it.