Amber & Bray's Room: Amber/Bray
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Bray stirred irritably. It was obvious that Amber wasn't going to let this one go, and he really didn't feel like talking. More to the point, what could he say even if he did? He stood up and started picking up his clothes, roughly pulling them on as he found them. Looking back he could see Amber still sat on the bed, watching him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"Look, it's nothing," he said shortly, "besides, I don't want to talk about it." He stopped and took a deep breath, realising how snappy he was being. Turning to face Amber, he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He spoke in a calmer voice.
"I'm sorry, I..." Bray paused, searching for the words. "There's just a few things I need to think about, you know? I know you want to help, but some things you just can't." He shrugged apologetically, but already his mind was elsewhere, lost in thought.
Bray stirred irritably. It was obvious that Amber wasn't going to let this one go, and he really didn't feel like talking. More to the point, what could he say even if he did? He stood up and started picking up his clothes, roughly pulling them on as he found them. Looking back he could see Amber still sat on the bed, watching him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"Look, it's nothing," he said shortly, "besides, I don't want to talk about it." He stopped and took a deep breath, realising how snappy he was being. Turning to face Amber, he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He spoke in a calmer voice.
"I'm sorry, I..." Bray paused, searching for the words. "There's just a few things I need to think about, you know? I know you want to help, but some things you just can't." He shrugged apologetically, but already his mind was elsewhere, lost in thought.