"Melanie..." He looks back up and watches her as she gets back into bed. She's refusing to meet his eyes now. After a moment he gets up and approaches her, not sure if he should sit down beside her or give her space.
"It's not your fault," he says. "You're right, this is... it's what we have to do."
He's not sure what else he can say. He does want to get out of there, horribly, but it's not because of her, it's because of what he's done, been forced to do by the circumstances, not by Melanie.
He sighs and shifts his weight awkwardly. "It's all right," he murmurs. He pats his pockets until he finds his phone, hesitating before sending a frustrated series of texts to the only person he can talk to about this. Wretchedly enough. He waits until he gets a response before he looks back at Melanie.
"I will be back," he says firmly. He wavers for a moment, then leans down and gives her a little kiss on the top of her head. "Sleep well, my dear."
He turns and leaves through the door, then stands in the hallway for a long, dismal moment before vanishing.
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"It's not your fault," he says. "You're right, this is... it's what we have to do."
He's not sure what else he can say. He does want to get out of there, horribly, but it's not because of her, it's because of what he's done, been forced to do by the circumstances, not by Melanie.
He sighs and shifts his weight awkwardly. "It's all right," he murmurs. He pats his pockets until he finds his phone, hesitating before sending a frustrated series of texts to the only person he can talk to about this. Wretchedly enough. He waits until he gets a response before he looks back at Melanie.
"I will be back," he says firmly. He wavers for a moment, then leans down and gives her a little kiss on the top of her head. "Sleep well, my dear."
He turns and leaves through the door, then stands in the hallway for a long, dismal moment before vanishing.