The weight of the major's words did not hit him at first. They seemed unreal. He was stuck for a long moment, feeling weightless, the seconds before freefall.
His chest cramped with sudden violence, and he flinched, belatedly.
Aryol swallowed. His lips moved, once, twice, his tongue on the brink of formulating words. Each time he swallowed them back. The major had said he did not want to talk about it. Not now. Not yet.
He exhaled, his throat constricting.
The major was not looking at him.
"I'll get the water ready," he whispered, and turned toward the bathroom abruptly.
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Date: 2009-02-03 06:01 am (UTC)The weight of the major's words did not hit him at first. They seemed unreal. He was stuck for a long moment, feeling weightless, the seconds before freefall.
His chest cramped with sudden violence, and he flinched, belatedly.
Aryol swallowed. His lips moved, once, twice, his tongue on the brink of formulating words. Each time he swallowed them back. The major had said he did not want to talk about it. Not now. Not yet.
He exhaled, his throat constricting.
The major was not looking at him.
"I'll get the water ready," he whispered, and turned toward the bathroom abruptly.