[His response to the mothering, frustration rolling off him but not meant for Derek. It's meant for this situation he's in where he was teased with the promise of making things 'right' only for his chance to be pulled away from him. Violet's gone and he can't seem to grasp how the world wouldn't notice the gravity of this when he can. He doesn't even feel the cold, perhaps because of how far it's already drilled itself into his bones. He's shaking but he doesn't notice. Doesn't, as he said, care.
But it's just that first snap before he seems to focus on Derek, shakily obeying after a beat and shrugging off the jacket. Underneath it his shoulders are dry but his shirt isn't, water leeching into his long sleeve shirt turning a dusty blue into something dark and navy. He just holds on to the leather jacket between his hands, dark eyes so sadly expressive with a feeling of unyielding upset.]
It's - It's Violet, she...
[He doesn't want to give a breath here but he does - straining to hold back the wash of tears. He doesn't want to be seen as pining when he feels instead like he's grieving. He looks to Derek, dark eyes shining, fingers plucking at the wet sleeves of his shirt in a nervous tic. He doesn't want Derek to think the next words out of his mouth are pathetic and sad, like 'she won't talk to me' or any of his other complaints. This is worse. This is real. Serious. And sad.]
She's gone. I can't find her. I - I've been looking, but she's nowhere. I...
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[His response to the mothering, frustration rolling off him but not meant for Derek. It's meant for this situation he's in where he was teased with the promise of making things 'right' only for his chance to be pulled away from him. Violet's gone and he can't seem to grasp how the world wouldn't notice the gravity of this when he can. He doesn't even feel the cold, perhaps because of how far it's already drilled itself into his bones. He's shaking but he doesn't notice. Doesn't, as he said, care.
But it's just that first snap before he seems to focus on Derek, shakily obeying after a beat and shrugging off the jacket. Underneath it his shoulders are dry but his shirt isn't, water leeching into his long sleeve shirt turning a dusty blue into something dark and navy. He just holds on to the leather jacket between his hands, dark eyes so sadly expressive with a feeling of unyielding upset.]
It's - It's Violet, she...
[He doesn't want to give a breath here but he does - straining to hold back the wash of tears. He doesn't want to be seen as pining when he feels instead like he's grieving. He looks to Derek, dark eyes shining, fingers plucking at the wet sleeves of his shirt in a nervous tic. He doesn't want Derek to think the next words out of his mouth are pathetic and sad, like 'she won't talk to me' or any of his other complaints. This is worse. This is real. Serious. And sad.]
She's gone. I can't find her. I - I've been looking, but she's nowhere. I...
[He wipes at his face, distraught.]
I can't find her.