"What-" the question dies on his lips, he can't get it out. He's terrified, horrified suddenly, cold in his stomach, because this on top of everything else - why? He doesn't want to look at her, not because it's too difficult but because he feels like he's invading something that isn't his, just by witnessing it.
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(No, he thinks, like glass-)
"What-" the question dies on his lips, he can't get it out. He's terrified, horrified suddenly, cold in his stomach, because this on top of everything else - why? He doesn't want to look at her, not because it's too difficult but because he feels like he's invading something that isn't his, just by witnessing it.
"I'll find out."