[She barely looks at him, catching the words out of desperate curiosity, even if it only leaves her more wanting. Why does he do this? Swear he has no sentiment, no affection, no worry for her, and the simultaneously try to build her up, tear her down, mess with her emotions in a continuous motion? How is she supposed to interpret this? Does this make sense to him, or is he just continuing to lie to himself about how much 'sentiment' he really has?
She wants to contradict him. Start another argument, doesn't even know what she's reaching for. Maybe she's still trying to save him. Without realizing, she reaches out, towards his form, towards his coat, feels that fabric through her fingers even though she never touched it. Draws her hand back. Enough.]
Good l-luck. Out there.
[If she's going to be sentimental, she's going to be damn so.]
FUCK U YES I CAN
She wants to contradict him. Start another argument, doesn't even know what she's reaching for. Maybe she's still trying to save him. Without realizing, she reaches out, towards his form, towards his coat, feels that fabric through her fingers even though she never touched it. Draws her hand back. Enough.]
Good l-luck. Out there.
[If she's going to be sentimental, she's going to be damn so.]