Last night, Hasibe became aware that she is in over her head, and that if she doesn't proceed with the utmost caution, the people she cares about could easily get hurt. ( ... )
Henry has no real sense of most of this, but he knows there is time missing again, and he is trying without much success to determine it doesn't have anything to do with Hasi. The conclusion that he, too, has started something he can't stop, has traveled out past the safe lines in the water (if there ever were any; did this start the first time he called the number in his desk? or has he been bound for years to this end by his own vaulting ambition?) is deeply unsettling him.
Hyde steeped his hands in blood again last night, and it is perhaps a testament to how out of control this actually is that Jekyll guiltily, desperately hopes this is all he did. But when he opens the door very little of this is reflected in his face, or if it is it doesn't last long because - he is so glad to see her he feels almost clean, just for a second
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"Wow, now I really never will knock again," she teases, lightly, stopping once the door is closed behind her to kiss him- her boots aren't that high today, so she actually does have to tip her face up to manage it, but it's hardly much of a stretch. There is a particular undercurrent to the kiss, though, a little desperate, like she isn't so sure he'll let her in a minute, here. Really she knows he's forgiving of her faults, but...her perspective is somewhat skewed, and--
Who does this, she thinks, honestly, after two days in a relationship. 'Sorry, honey, I let someone else fuck me already.' God. She looks around the house, as though she hasn't seen it before, as though it would have some reason to change (no) since she's been here last, and with her other hand smooths a few errant strands of hair away from her face. "So how have you been? Not that we've been separated for very long."
"It's been long enough--" and he stops, standing there with his mouth open before actually putting a hand over the left side of his face. "I--wow. I'm sorry, I think that's what they call overbearing or over compensated or over- something." Because it really only has been two days, just because those two days have felt like a month to him for various reasons doesn't make him feel less like he's inflicting Extreme Cling syndrome on her somehow.
Left to his own devices, he will overanalyze everything, and ...there is Hyde, somewhere in the back of his head. Knowing. Faintly amused but furious. "I did miss you, though." So he undoes in one stroke all of the apologizing for clinging, excellent. "I've been--better? In complete honesty, but it's only work, and I'll have it straightened out soon."
He touches her hair where her hand was, unnecessary but good, still. "What about you?"
"Well--no, no, I mean, I missed you, too. Believe me, I missed you." She did; she missed the safety of this house, curling up in his bed with him, laughing about the lightest and strangest things. She even misses the thunderstorm, and wishes she could call it back to them, but- there is another one on the horizon, and it's bound to be less pleasant.
She catches her lower lip in her teeth, that orally fixated little gesture she does sometimes, and looks up at Henry. "Can we sit down? Something happened, and I need to talk to you about it right away."
Her tone is calm, mostly, with an undercurrent of something else underneath it, like she's trying to keep him from worrying too much while still being honest.
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Hyde steeped his hands in blood again last night, and it is perhaps a testament to how out of control this actually is that Jekyll guiltily, desperately hopes this is all he did. But when he opens the door very little of this is reflected in his face, or if it is it doesn't last long because - he is so glad to see her he feels almost clean, just for a second ( ... )
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"Wow, now I really never will knock again," she teases, lightly, stopping once the door is closed behind her to kiss him- her boots aren't that high today, so she actually does have to tip her face up to manage it, but it's hardly much of a stretch. There is a particular undercurrent to the kiss, though, a little desperate, like she isn't so sure he'll let her in a minute, here. Really she knows he's forgiving of her faults, but...her perspective is somewhat skewed, and--
Who does this, she thinks, honestly, after two days in a relationship. 'Sorry, honey, I let someone else fuck me already.' God. She looks around the house, as though she hasn't seen it before, as though it would have some reason to change (no) since she's been here last, and with her other hand smooths a few errant strands of hair away from her face. "So how have you been? Not that we've been separated for very long."
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Left to his own devices, he will overanalyze everything, and ...there is Hyde, somewhere in the back of his head. Knowing. Faintly amused but furious. "I did miss you, though." So he undoes in one stroke all of the apologizing for clinging, excellent. "I've been--better? In complete honesty, but it's only work, and I'll have it straightened out soon."
He touches her hair where her hand was, unnecessary but good, still. "What about you?"
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"Well--no, no, I mean, I missed you, too. Believe me, I missed you." She did; she missed the safety of this house, curling up in his bed with him, laughing about the lightest and strangest things. She even misses the thunderstorm, and wishes she could call it back to them, but- there is another one on the horizon, and it's bound to be less pleasant.
She catches her lower lip in her teeth, that orally fixated little gesture she does sometimes, and looks up at Henry. "Can we sit down? Something happened, and I need to talk to you about it right away."
Her tone is calm, mostly, with an undercurrent of something else underneath it, like she's trying to keep him from worrying too much while still being honest.
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