[He can guess what this is about. The distance that had been ripped between them in the chaos of the draft. His all-but-avoidance of her in the weeks since. They still run into each other while waiting for rooms to open up at the Battle Dome, but he has fewer words for her these days. After Marco left, he had stopped going to her for sign language lessons completely - it wasn't an arrangement they had discussed, he just didn't show up one day.
He's as frustrated with himself as much as anything else. The nightmares that shake him awake and the something like memories that sometimes strangle him out of nowhere in the middle of the day do nothing to unstring the tension that has pulled him taut since the draft, even when he tries to relax, tries to think about anything else. It never lasts for long.]
[July 9th, Written]
[He can guess what this is about. The distance that had been ripped between them in the chaos of the draft. His all-but-avoidance of her in the weeks since. They still run into each other while waiting for rooms to open up at the Battle Dome, but he has fewer words for her these days. After Marco left, he had stopped going to her for sign language lessons completely - it wasn't an arrangement they had discussed, he just didn't show up one day.
He's as frustrated with himself as much as anything else. The nightmares that shake him awake and the something like memories that sometimes strangle him out of nowhere in the middle of the day do nothing to unstring the tension that has pulled him taut since the draft, even when he tries to relax, tries to think about anything else. It never lasts for long.]