[ The deliberate calmness he puts on collapses for a moment, and Dokja's eyes shake at the question. The clatter of wheels, an empty subway, a guilt that had punctured his heart and eaten away at him, little bits at a time until—
It's the harsh sound of his own breathing that pulls him out of it. Trembling fingers reach up to squeeze at his eyes. Fuck, in front of a complete stranger too. He hates how vulnerable he is without the Fourth Wall. ]
I...
[ He'd been talking so well before. Get it together. ]
I was reading. On the subway. I was reading on the subway and then I think I fell asleep.
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It's the harsh sound of his own breathing that pulls him out of it. Trembling fingers reach up to squeeze at his eyes. Fuck, in front of a complete stranger too. He hates how vulnerable he is without the Fourth Wall. ]
I...
[ He'd been talking so well before. Get it together. ]
I was reading. On the subway. I was reading on the subway and then I think I fell asleep.