@odiouus // cont.
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He knows those sad eyes, had them turned on him more times than he can count but the distinct tiredness behind them strikes his heart as green eyes fall from her. The heat of shame settles over him along with an uncomfortable ache that starts in his chest, only to radiate through limbs and fingers that close into fists. They’re close, closer than they’d been in such a long time and Francisco is so aware of it he almost wants to pull away but instead eyes draw up with the soft call of his name and he finds himself turning into the touches she affords him. He’d never intended for things to get so bad between them, wished for the good they had way back but here and now it seemed…
“Don’t-- Cel, don’t say that.. Don’t give up on me.” The rise of panic is audible, cut with a last ditch attempt at sounding as emotionless as he could.
