Five seconds in, he lies dumbstruck, because this is the drama price tag of committed relationships that all one-night stands and friend-with-benefits deals thrive off of. This happens to other people. To the love-struck fools, the perennial romantics, that moron in tech prep who's still holding a candle for the day when his married crush in science div will finally see the error of his ways and tumble both of them in bed for a quickie.
It's hot and cold, fresh and old.
This whole face-heel turning's getting old, Keeler lashing out as if he hates himself when he's around something good. As if he hates Encke for trying to give it.
"...yeah," he says emptily, stupidly, more to fill the silence than contribute to whatever storm's brewing inside Keeler's pretty little head. 'Bare his throat'. Give him a break. Give this whole damned thing a break.
There's stiffness when he starts bringing himself up to sit, more in his neck; he dispels it with a quick rub, then passes the back of his hand over his cheek, knuckles strong against his eye.
"Should... should head out." To his cabin, where they had bloody well better had been just as generous with the mini-bar stocking. "Need a shower."
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It's hot and cold, fresh and old.
This whole face-heel turning's getting old, Keeler lashing out as if he hates himself when he's around something good. As if he hates Encke for trying to give it.
"...yeah," he says emptily, stupidly, more to fill the silence than contribute to whatever storm's brewing inside Keeler's pretty little head. 'Bare his throat'. Give him a break. Give this whole damned thing a break.
There's stiffness when he starts bringing himself up to sit, more in his neck; he dispels it with a quick rub, then passes the back of his hand over his cheek, knuckles strong against his eye.
"Should... should head out." To his cabin, where they had bloody well better had been just as generous with the mini-bar stocking. "Need a shower."
And a cigarette.
And a few seconds to breathe.