My little foray into the minds of our beloved characters.

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His chest constricted after the words had tumbled out of his mouth and she had left him with his silence. Constricted wasn't even the right word. It was like everything stopped, his whole body just stopped. There was no breath or thought, no blood pumping through his veins, no ringing or screaming in his ears. All that he could see was mulled cabernet and nothing, nothing, moved.

He had thought he would be absolutely afraid when it came down to this, and he guessed that maybe afterwards he would be. When he woke up.

He had worked the scenario over so perfectly in his mind that any deviation from its imagined course would be unthinkable. He would be scared, she would be mad, or even worse, indifferent. She would cry and that would be the end. She would leave and that would be more than fair punishment. They would never get a happy ending or even a fair start. It would be over before it began and it would be all his fault and he would get the hell he always deserved.

He would live with the guilt and the pain of it as his punishment until she died, until he rotted, but who knew how long that would be on his current path.

But instead of his world exploding it froze, and she was the only thing that moved.

It was so quiet. She was so quiet. He had never experienced her in such a silence in his life. Except for when there was ash in the air and screams in his ears and blood on her chest. But maybe he couldn't hear anything because his ears weren't working and his brain wasn't thinking. Maybe she wasn't actually quiet. Maybe she wasn't still. Maybe she was shouting at him and screaming at him, but his eyes weren't quite right so he couldn't see her lips moving.

Maybe he was just too broken and needed to be tossed out.

Maybe he had finally gone batshit crazy and his brain finally fell out of his body and someone somewhere stepped all over it and pointed at him and laughed at the failure of a man he had turned out to be.

Maybe his words had actually broken him and she had turned on him and what little shred of his mind he had left had shut down and stopped everything because the pain of her indifference would be too much to bear.

His world was busted and he was busted and he was so busted that basic function was beyond his own control. She wouldn't want something like that, she shouldn't want something like that.

He was glitching and there was no escape function of power button to reset him with. He was frozen, his whole world was frozen and oh god if she refused him he would stay frozen like this.

A funny thing about the world stopping is the force with which it seems to start back up, and how with a smile and a sparkle and the whisper of fingertips on his face it could spin into motion again and remind him that sometimes things freak out but they can always be righted.

She could always right him.