[He doesn't let go of her hands, and he doesn't stop looking at her. His worry is itching at his skin, making him want to do something. Making him want to find any way to help. But he doesn't understand the problem, and he can't figure out how to solve it.
With growled gentleness, he calls the bluff.] Rox, I know what your bullshit looks like.
[He isn't going to push her. He doesn't know if he can. But not talking has been one of the biggest problems they always had, all of them. He at least needs to let her know he knows.]
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With growled gentleness, he calls the bluff.] Rox, I know what your bullshit looks like.
[He isn't going to push her. He doesn't know if he can. But not talking has been one of the biggest problems they always had, all of them. He at least needs to let her know he knows.]