[. . . she looks away and the neutrality crumbles-- something she can't see, but anyone else who is watching him can. pain flashes in his expression-- pain and sorrow and guilt and a hurt that he knows he probably deserves but still cuts far more deeply than any of the losses they've suffered these past six weeks have so far]
[he moves, taking a step towards her, hand twitching. he stops, and he looks over at Kara, and he thinks-- if he tried, he'd probably be intercepted. so he stops himself, hand falling to his side, and tries to school his expression as best as he can]
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[he moves, taking a step towards her, hand twitching. he stops, and he looks over at Kara, and he thinks-- if he tried, he'd probably be intercepted. so he stops himself, hand falling to his side, and tries to school his expression as best as he can]
[. . . later, then?]
[. . .]
[if she gives him a later?]