He refused completely to say anything along those lines so just stared wordlessly at her, brows gently furrowed and eyes quiet - almost vacant, as if he had nearly checked out of this situation all together. He had never handled stress well - it wasn't like he flipped out or anything, but he just didn't address it. He would rather prefer that something hadn't happened or wasn't happening, then to acknowledge the problem and try to accept or fix it. "I don't know what we can do." -- .: Bianca's Apartment :.

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Date Posted: 11:18:41 05/29/05 Sun
Author: Gavin
Subject: He refused completely to say anything along those lines so just stared wordlessly at her, brows gently furrowed and eyes quiet - almost vacant, as if he had nearly checked out of this situation all together. He had never handled stress well - it wasn't like he flipped out or anything, but he just didn't address it. He would rather prefer that something hadn't happened or wasn't happening, then to acknowledge the problem and try to accept or fix it. "I don't know what we can do."
In reply to: Gavin 's message, "I'm chasing the ghost of a good thing..." on 06:42:43 05/29/05 Sun

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"Me either." She murmured in return, her eyes sliding shut as she shifted in the bed, her brow furrowed as something dug into her delicate skin. The blanket fell down a touch, revealing the bruises on her arms and the prominant placement of her ribs in the sheer tank top. "You should get some rest, maybe, jet lag and all that..." She swallowed softly, unsure of what to say. (NT) -- Bianca, 11:27:01 05/29/05 Sun