[ It's a proximity that practically makes Roy's skin crawl. He tries to not think of her - she who broke his heart and left him for Sinclair; the woman whom he broke his back in a half-hearted attempt to impress (that's also a half-hearted attempt at killing himself). The last time he's been so close to someone with fully-grown hands had been her- but he refuses, about-turns from that thought, and thinks of Alexandria instead.
Alexandria's hand on his cheek, right before he falls asleep. And woke up here.
Roy places his arm on Anderson's shoulder. Slow, careful. As if he's afraid that he's a bomb and the smallest of pressures will set off the trigger. But he flattens his hand on one shoulderblade. Careful, carefully. ]
Okay. [ Quietly. ]
I don't have anything else to do today anyway. [ He never has anything to do, really, but that goes without saying. ]
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Alexandria's hand on his cheek, right before he falls asleep. And woke up here.
Roy places his arm on Anderson's shoulder. Slow, careful. As if he's afraid that he's a bomb and the smallest of pressures will set off the trigger. But he flattens his hand on one shoulderblade. Careful, carefully. ]
Okay. [ Quietly. ]
I don't have anything else to do today anyway. [ He never has anything to do, really, but that goes without saying. ]