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No Interest
Prompt: Apathy...
A/N: For "Kill_Your_OTP" on LJ.
Dwelling upon pointless situations only served to make one miserable. If anything, he'd learned that long before this mess had reared its ugly head. Before, he'd been lost in incoherent thought during situations of this brand of misery, with that overwhelming feeling of helplessness as both the companion and tormentor. Time had broken him, dulling the senses and creating a rather bleak perspective on most everything. It was far easier not to give a damn than to throw oneself headlong into the spiraling flames.
It just didn't make sense to care. Even about something as important as this.
The incoherence of it all was nothing short of stunning. Distance was slowly being created between them, but it was rapid enough to notice. Everything that had been part of the norm, before this had begun, was now slipping back into place, forcing those shards of glass to dance about again. He didn't mind pain. He was used to it, having put himself through more hell than most people would believe possible.
That alone made something like this boring.
Without a puzzle, there was no need to think about it. So he'd decided to ignore it and let things run their course. She'd say something eventually if the situation bothered her long enough. And, if not, he'd deal with it then. It was stupid to pursue it when the look in her eye indicated that she didn't want to think on it.
She wanted a show of emotion as absolution; he just wanted it to go the hell away.
Wasting time on something like this was like lighting a fuse just to watch the bomb go off. It was utterly irrelevant to his interests.