Darlington's eyes flash, that wounded shock back in his expression before he can get his face under control. He almost corrects her, gives up another vital piece of his heart to a girl who'd never deserved any at all. It's a stupid, futile impulse, something that wouldn't do any good; wouldn't repair any of the rift that's formed between them--and maybe, just for a moment, he doesn't want to fix it anyway.
Let her believe Halloween had been the start, that it had been a manufactured revelation thrust upon him by the society he'd always loathed the most. What did it matter now?
"Guess not," he says flatly. "Should've remembered that I always make the worst choices when I'm not entirely sober."
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Date: 2020-01-15 07:48 pm (UTC)Let her believe Halloween had been the start, that it had been a manufactured revelation thrust upon him by the society he'd always loathed the most. What did it matter now?
"Guess not," he says flatly. "Should've remembered that I always make the worst choices when I'm not entirely sober."