Elias wouldn’t have had to be looking at her to sense her moving away from him. As she shifted out of range, he stiffened in place, some cold feeling at his back. It felt wrong that she had done that. He had done something wrong here, to cause that – if he had justified his anger to himself, he recognised his mistake now, viscerally. Daff didn’t want to be near him. Evidently, she didn’t trust him to be a comfort to her now.
And she wasn’t crying, but she wasn’t speaking either. Elias wasn’t sure if this was better or worse. But it was over, he had seen her nod; and he was choosing to believe that it was true. He wanted, desperately, to say something else – to put this back together before she slipped further out of his reach – but nothing was coming to mind, particularly. His head – he didn’t seem to be able to stop dwelling on it, however hard he tried.
“I’m sorry, Daff,” he managed finally – sorry for his anger and her sadness and for not being able to be the person she thought he was. He was disappointed in himself, for letting her down like this. But he just – Elias wanted it to feel over for him, too. The knowledge would settle in him, he thought, perhaps overnight: he might wake up tomorrow and realise he had made too much of this, that it was nothing after all. But it hadn’t settled now, and wouldn’t, not here in the kitchen where he could feel the pressure in the air. “I’m – going to go upstairs and wash,” he decided, still apologetic. He would have said she ought to as well, but he ignored the instinct and paced for the door. All he needed right now was a minute alone.
And she wasn’t crying, but she wasn’t speaking either. Elias wasn’t sure if this was better or worse. But it was over, he had seen her nod; and he was choosing to believe that it was true. He wanted, desperately, to say something else – to put this back together before she slipped further out of his reach – but nothing was coming to mind, particularly. His head – he didn’t seem to be able to stop dwelling on it, however hard he tried.
“I’m sorry, Daff,” he managed finally – sorry for his anger and her sadness and for not being able to be the person she thought he was. He was disappointed in himself, for letting her down like this. But he just – Elias wanted it to feel over for him, too. The knowledge would settle in him, he thought, perhaps overnight: he might wake up tomorrow and realise he had made too much of this, that it was nothing after all. But it hadn’t settled now, and wouldn’t, not here in the kitchen where he could feel the pressure in the air. “I’m – going to go upstairs and wash,” he decided, still apologetic. He would have said she ought to as well, but he ignored the instinct and paced for the door. All he needed right now was a minute alone.
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