Coming Undone

I mean, he does. [This was more difficult to explain than she’d hoped. She clears her throat, and lowers her hand.] It’s why I’ve been avoiding him, really. [That sounds terrible, she realizes.]

[At last he withdraws his hand, bringing Nemaini's with it. He refrains from making eye contact as he sets to work removing his chest plate-- though in the depths of his mind he wonders briefly what she thinks each time she sees him this way, each time she helps. The stitches, the scars. Do they even matter to her?] 

I told him. He took it… [How to word it, though.] He took it well.

[There’s a hint of bitterness to his voice as he allows the armor to drop beside her bag, gaze fixed on the smaller Sin’dorei as she rifles through it. There’s a long bout of hesitation before he starts to remove his chestplate.]

Your boyfriend? .. You mean… The—

[Daulion almost wants to say ‘father’, but refrains from doing so upon remembering that Nemaini was no longer with child.]

He’s kind of an asshole.

[The Death Knight places a hand over top of the one picking at his chest plate, the edges of his mouth twitching into a frown.]

[There's a hint of bitterness to his voice as he allows the armor to drop beside her bag, gaze fixed on the smaller Sin'dorei as she rifles through it. There's a long bout of hesitation before he starts to remove his chestplate.]

Your boyfriend? .. You mean... The--

[Daulion almost wants to say 'father', but refrains from doing so upon remembering that Nemaini was no longer with child.]

Death Knight.

He didn't, and we talked. It's been a while since we'd last had an actual conversation.

[He scratches at his chin.]

I tried talking to Feiyn. That…

…didn’t really work.

[He scratches at his chin.]

[He carefully fingers one of the bullet holes in his chest plate, brow furrowed.]