[She’s debating whether to prod him for, yet again, skimming the point—but he speaks first.]
“Call for me.”
[It… surprises her. Enough for Aubrey to finally look at him again, her own expression… confused? Stunned. Not quite angry, but sure not happy.
[It scares her.]
[Questions rise and die in her like waves. The hand she gripped at him with earlier, feeling his pulse, closes around nothing; reopens, closes again. She’s cognizant of his touch, cognizant that he could do anything to her right now, and she… wouldn’t protest, really.
[There’s some visible floundering on her face through this. She breaks contact again. Swallows, lightly, and cedes a little more.]
no subject
[Eren.
Please.]
[She’s debating whether to prod him for, yet again, skimming the point—but he speaks first.]
“Call for me.”
[It… surprises her. Enough for Aubrey to finally look at him again, her own expression… confused? Stunned. Not quite angry, but sure not happy.
[It scares her.]
[Questions rise and die in her like waves. The hand she gripped at him with earlier, feeling his pulse, closes around nothing; reopens, closes again. She’s cognizant of his touch, cognizant that he could do anything to her right now, and she… wouldn’t protest, really.
[There’s some visible floundering on her face through this. She breaks contact again. Swallows, lightly, and cedes a little more.]
I don’t want you to get hurt.