[ his throat tightens, at the tone of her voice, the feeling of her hand in his. and he hates that he can't see her face, because roy can only imagine what is going through her mind. concern, guilt, frustration. fear. definitely fear, he can feel it, but all of that falls by the wayside at the tone of her voice.
into hell. no matter what. against all odds. they're alive, and still here, which is what matters. together, despite being dragged halfway across the universe, she's still here. he was stupid to doubt that she would leave now. ]
I never meant for us to go to hell.
[ he's not entirely sure why that is his response to her comfort, which bothers him, because roy is always so in control of what he says, and it falls out of his mouth before he can really think about it.
but after roy considers that, he sighs and settles himself back against the bedframe, still not letting go of her hand. it feels like a rope in the dark, knowing that she's right there. ]
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into hell. no matter what. against all odds. they're alive, and still here, which is what matters. together, despite being dragged halfway across the universe, she's still here. he was stupid to doubt that she would leave now. ]
I never meant for us to go to hell.
[ he's not entirely sure why that is his response to her comfort, which bothers him, because roy is always so in control of what he says, and it falls out of his mouth before he can really think about it.
but after roy considers that, he sighs and settles himself back against the bedframe, still not letting go of her hand. it feels like a rope in the dark, knowing that she's right there. ]
But I remember.