The laughter scares him too. It's the outward sign of a madness he may not be able to control someday.
But today is not that day. And the laughter soon subsides to a still silence in the room.
He forces himself to look up at her, and then slowly rise to his feet.
"I'm sorry," his voice a quiet monotone. "You're quite right, of course. I'm not helping."
Wesley wasn't always able to do this. To bind his heart in chains. But they're back in place, where they almost feel natural.
"You've been here longer than I have. I should have considered that: how difficult it would be to be trapped here for some time. I'm sorry, Fred. It was wrong of me to--. I'm sorry."
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Date: 2006-01-03 10:14 am (UTC)But today is not that day. And the laughter soon subsides to a still silence in the room.
He forces himself to look up at her, and then slowly rise to his feet.
"I'm sorry," his voice a quiet monotone. "You're quite right, of course. I'm not helping."
Wesley wasn't always able to do this. To bind his heart in chains. But they're back in place, where they almost feel natural.
"You've been here longer than I have. I should have considered that: how difficult it would be to be trapped here for some time. I'm sorry, Fred. It was wrong of me to--. I'm sorry."