Author's Note: This is set at the end to "Home Invasion". A spoiler, obviously, so if you haven't seen it, I would advise you not to read any further. Also, I need more ideas, my amazing readers.
He is hurting.
She is angry.
His better half, his cohort, his friend has gone and she sees his pain written in volumes across his face. He's pushed and shoved at those closest to him, using them before thinking of the repercussions, manipulating them with as much honesty as he can give. It's plain to her he never had a thought to cause pain to his friend, but in his drive to protect something he'd already lost, he cut loose something he needed. Someone he needed.
She knows how much he craves to control the situation around him, she's watched him as he walks through a plan he assumes automatically they will fall in line with. Occasionally his friend wrinkles the path to his goal, knowing that sometimes he forgets there is only so much they can do, how far they can go. He forgets these things and his friend is there to remind him, to question and veto and amend his plans with the unmoving, unwavering conviction.
Now his friend is gone, and she is angry.
He has thrown away a man who'd shown nothing but loyalty, a man who'd become a center for them all, someone they could rely on to protect, to care for them. He'd raggedly tossed the man aside with his actions, actions that had been sure to cut them both deeper than any words. She watches the friend leave, and she blames the man she loves.
She cannot fathom the selfishness that had occurred, she cannot understand how he can choose the past over his present, over those giving everything they could to his grand cause. But then again, she does understand. He is caught inexorably in the history of himself and another, unable, unwilling to make the most painful decision of all and step forward, to leave what part of him had entwined with her and live. Live for himself, and finally leave the island.
She understands this, but she is still angry.
He is in such pain, and she doesn't need to see his troubled blue eyes to know just how much. His entire being is cold, his posture stiff, his jaw set tight. He is radiating conflicting emotions, all of them clamoring for attention, pain, grief, doubt, hurt splayed over him in a tumultuous blanket of emotion.
She wraps her arms around him, and tells him he is to blame.
He tells her he knows.