He says nothing, but he often does. He'd always tended to let actions speak form him. That wasn't it. No... No, it wasn't that as she realized what was offer. No matter how bad, no matter if they needed to talk, or one of their moods was bad since they'd... they'd decided to try this, Connor always managed to at least press a kiss to her forehead. A hand on her shoulder at the minimum.
Not this cold, sudden, retracted presence from her.
Angel's head tips back, looking into his brown eyes with her own black ones, flicking between them, looking for it. The warmth, the way that he smiled, just in the corner of the eyes that made her feel like she was the only one he saw. No corner of bemusement at her exuberance. No reassurance. Nothing.
It wasn't there.
Her fingers slowly loosen from where she held, sliding flat to get more space.
"Connor? What happened? Did something hurt you in there?"
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No, something is very, very, very wrong.
He says nothing, but he often does. He'd always tended to let actions speak form him. That wasn't it. No... No, it wasn't that as she realized what was offer. No matter how bad, no matter if they needed to talk, or one of their moods was bad since they'd... they'd decided to try this, Connor always managed to at least press a kiss to her forehead. A hand on her shoulder at the minimum.
Not this cold, sudden, retracted presence from her.
Angel's head tips back, looking into his brown eyes with her own black ones, flicking between them, looking for it. The warmth, the way that he smiled, just in the corner of the eyes that made her feel like she was the only one he saw. No corner of bemusement at her exuberance. No reassurance. Nothing.
It wasn't there.
Her fingers slowly loosen from where she held, sliding flat to get more space.
"Connor? What happened? Did something hurt you in there?"