[ There is a slight moment where he lingers on the verge of refusal, of calling it quits as he always invariably does. Like a caged animal, he is eager to escape the spotlight of confrontation and slink back in the corners, safely out of reach. It wouldn't be hard now -- she isn't so intently using her strength against him. He could take advantage of her annoyance as he always does to regain the upper hand, distract her just long enough to push free and make his great escape.
But it slips out before he can quite stop it. The question never meant for her ears. The question he's never acknowledged needing an answer to until just now. Spoken in a tiny voice, a boy's voice. Vulnerable and not entirely certain of itself. ]
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But it slips out before he can quite stop it. The question never meant for her ears. The question he's never acknowledged needing an answer to until just now. Spoken in a tiny voice, a boy's voice. Vulnerable and not entirely certain of itself. ]
Why didn't you come back for me?