Asuka glanced away again, mouth still set in a frown, brow still furrowed in worry. Shoulders still lifted and tense. She clenches her jaw, relaxes it, and tries to take a breath. She still doesn't know what she's going to do. Or how she's going to get around this. Another breath. "I just-"
The words won't come and that frustrates her more than anything. She can't figure out what to say and she usually knows. So it gnaws at her, picks at the raw emotional wound, the sense of inadequacy.
"I... just need to figure this out. But I need you to help me instead of hiding or being so obtuse!"
Her voice rises for a moment and then she squeezes her eyes shut and lets out another breath, body still speaking of tension and anger. She has to tell him how she feels, even if that part of her brain that governs her says she shouldn't. That she ought to bottle it up until it explodes, but that will make it worse, so much worse, and he needs to know. "It hurts, alright? I don't like it!"
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The words won't come and that frustrates her more than anything. She can't figure out what to say and she usually knows. So it gnaws at her, picks at the raw emotional wound, the sense of inadequacy.
"I... just need to figure this out. But I need you to help me instead of hiding or being so obtuse!"
Her voice rises for a moment and then she squeezes her eyes shut and lets out another breath, body still speaking of tension and anger. She has to tell him how she feels, even if that part of her brain that governs her says she shouldn't. That she ought to bottle it up until it explodes, but that will make it worse, so much worse, and he needs to know. "It hurts, alright? I don't like it!"