[And he listens in sullen silence. He listens to every damn word, that pit in his chest growing with every second. But he owes her every minute of it. He deserves every ounce of pain and guilt.
It's only when she asks a question does he lift his eyes.]
Nothing. Not a goddamn thing.
[He keeps his voice level, but there's pain there. Pain and more anger than he can express. And mourning for the person he once was. The man she remembers him to be.
[Action]
It's only when she asks a question does he lift his eyes.]
Nothing. Not a goddamn thing.
[He keeps his voice level, but there's pain there. Pain and more anger than he can express. And mourning for the person he once was. The man she remembers him to be.
But he isn't that man. He never was.]