[ That, to her retreating back. She's the epitome of hate to see her leave, love to watch her go--except it's mostly the first half of that right now, along with the vague sensation that he might've screwed something up past the point of fixing.
(How the hell did it even get to this point? She could've taken no for an answer any time--it feels to him like it's her fault, even though some small part of him knows nah, Drake, you fucked up.)
He's up there for a while after, staring out at the overgrown city and stewing about things he doesn't actually want to think about in any real detail. It'll go the same way anything goes, he's figuring. Avoid her for a while, pretend everything's fine when they cross paths again, and it either will be or it won't.
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[ That, to her retreating back. She's the epitome of hate to see her leave, love to watch her go--except it's mostly the first half of that right now, along with the vague sensation that he might've screwed something up past the point of fixing.
(How the hell did it even get to this point? She could've taken no for an answer any time--it feels to him like it's her fault, even though some small part of him knows nah, Drake, you fucked up.)
He's up there for a while after, staring out at the overgrown city and stewing about things he doesn't actually want to think about in any real detail. It'll go the same way anything goes, he's figuring. Avoid her for a while, pretend everything's fine when they cross paths again, and it either will be or it won't.
It's fine. That's just how things go.
Weird how it feels this bad, though. ]