With her glazed eyes and choppy explanation, Edric could not help but cast her a dubious look. If anything, her explanation made little sense; she was here, so why worry about the time they had? His February was full of giggles, and when she wasn't happy, she was either bawling her eyes out or punching him in the jaw. He didn't want to push her, but he knew that he'd spend the entire night worrying if she didn't tell him.
"You're here now. What's the problem, then? I don't - there's a piece of the puzzle I'm missing." It was a struggle not to sound accusatory; he didn't think she'd done anything wrong, per se. (Or, Merlin, maybe she had. Maybe she'd found someone else and was struggling to admit as such. Or maybe their night together wasn't as good for her as it'd been for him, and now she wanted to end it. Maybe she-)
Maybe he just needed to chill—but he didn't.
"You know me, just as I know you. You look like you're about to cry. You know I'll worry."
"You're here now. What's the problem, then? I don't - there's a piece of the puzzle I'm missing." It was a struggle not to sound accusatory; he didn't think she'd done anything wrong, per se. (Or, Merlin, maybe she had. Maybe she'd found someone else and was struggling to admit as such. Or maybe their night together wasn't as good for her as it'd been for him, and now she wanted to end it. Maybe she-)
Maybe he just needed to chill—but he didn't.
"You know me, just as I know you. You look like you're about to cry. You know I'll worry."
— set by MJ! —