[Dezel takes a bit longer in the washroom than he thought he would need, standing in front of a mirror that doesn't show a reflection of him while he braces both hands on the counter and stares down at the sink in front of him. Despite only needing a minute or so to get changed in a loose fitting green shirt and black pants, he's somehow in no real hurry to go back to his own room again. He's reached the point of not being sure of what to do, say or think any longer. Wanting to reach out to see if what he and Rose had before can be reforged, yet fearing that because of when she was taken from Glenwood, that won't be possible.]
Rose... I've missed you so much and now that you're back, I don't know what to do. I never thought what Bradley did to you was good in any way but...at least it brought us together.
[Heaving a deep sigh, Dezel takes his hands from the counter and turns his gaze on the mirror. As always, the door behind him is the only visible reflection. Like he's not even there. Just as he was for so much of Rose's life. As it will be whenever she goes back home again. So maybe it doesn't even matter...]
[No. No, godsdammit. This is supposed to be his second and final chance! He can't very well tell her that after the shit day they've both just had, but...]
[They're wasting time. She's not exactly who she was before in Verens, but she is still his Rose. He needs to damn well tell her something to make some of this right. Picking up his folded clothing, he heads back to his room again.]
[When Dezel steps through the door, he expects to find Rose at least ready to get some sleep, her jacket and boots off. But she isn't. Instead, she's exactly where he left her, staring blankly at the floor. A dull ache settles in Dezel's chest as he quietly pulls the door shut behind him, then sets his clothes on the chair. For a long moment, he can't bring himself to say anything, exhaling through his nose while one hand rubs at the side of his neck. Finally, he can't stand it any longer and shakes his head.]
Alright, this is getting ridiculous. Rose, I don't... I mean, I can't...
[Shit, what does he even mean to say anymore? His hand drops uselessly to his side as he finally shrugs and just says exactly what he's thinking.]
I...don't know what to do with you. And I'm sorry for that. I'm not the same seraph you used to know and you're...
This is a struggle for you and I'm an idiot who's not making it any easier.
[Oh Lords, what even was any of that? His eyes close as he braces himself for whatever the reaction to all that idiocy on his part will end up being.]
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Rose... I've missed you so much and now that you're back, I don't know what to do. I never thought what Bradley did to you was good in any way but...at least it brought us together.
[Heaving a deep sigh, Dezel takes his hands from the counter and turns his gaze on the mirror. As always, the door behind him is the only visible reflection. Like he's not even there. Just as he was for so much of Rose's life. As it will be whenever she goes back home again. So maybe it doesn't even matter...]
[No. No, godsdammit. This is supposed to be his second and final chance! He can't very well tell her that after the shit day they've both just had, but...]
[They're wasting time. She's not exactly who she was before in Verens, but she is still his Rose. He needs to damn well tell her something to make some of this right. Picking up his folded clothing, he heads back to his room again.]
[When Dezel steps through the door, he expects to find Rose at least ready to get some sleep, her jacket and boots off. But she isn't. Instead, she's exactly where he left her, staring blankly at the floor. A dull ache settles in Dezel's chest as he quietly pulls the door shut behind him, then sets his clothes on the chair. For a long moment, he can't bring himself to say anything, exhaling through his nose while one hand rubs at the side of his neck. Finally, he can't stand it any longer and shakes his head.]
Alright, this is getting ridiculous. Rose, I don't... I mean, I can't...
[Shit, what does he even mean to say anymore? His hand drops uselessly to his side as he finally shrugs and just says exactly what he's thinking.]
I...don't know what to do with you. And I'm sorry for that. I'm not the same seraph you used to know and you're...
This is a struggle for you and I'm an idiot who's not making it any easier.
[Oh Lords, what even was any of that? His eyes close as he braces himself for whatever the reaction to all that idiocy on his part will end up being.]