[ Dorian's arms cross over his chest and he shifts where he stands. His jaw sets as he watches her, wanting to console, but knowing better than to interrupt in the moment. She needs to speak, but the more she does, the more he sees how genuinely he upset her.
Guilt sits heavily in his chest, and regret passes over his face.
He's made her cry.
Of course he has- he's told her he's not a very nice man, and he's gone and proven it by shoving her flaws in her face. She's angry with him, and that makes him feel something he hasn't in quite some time. Instead of doing the right thing, he stays where he is with his arms firmly crossed. His voice is quiet, but firm. ]
[ For a long, long moment all Leilani can do is stare at him. Her eyes are wet and she's sure some tears have fallen - she's tired and hurting and she doesn't have the strength to pretend anything else - but she doesn't have the strength to protest.
With Dorian staring at her like this, arms over his chest, head tilted up... She feels hollow, somehow. He's not saying it to be cruel, not saying it to hurt her, really, but it cuts through to her heart and destroys her. Of anyone on the fleet he is the one who knows, better than anyone, how to make her feel as though she's collapsing from the inside out.
Taking a deep breath, she puts on her Inquisitor face (stern, steel, determined, refusing to let any emotion show) before she nods her head. ]
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Guilt sits heavily in his chest, and regret passes over his face.
He's made her cry.
Of course he has- he's told her he's not a very nice man, and he's gone and proven it by shoving her flaws in her face. She's angry with him, and that makes him feel something he hasn't in quite some time. Instead of doing the right thing, he stays where he is with his arms firmly crossed. His voice is quiet, but firm. ]
I think that's a good idea.
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With Dorian staring at her like this, arms over his chest, head tilted up... She feels hollow, somehow. He's not saying it to be cruel, not saying it to hurt her, really, but it cuts through to her heart and destroys her. Of anyone on the fleet he is the one who knows, better than anyone, how to make her feel as though she's collapsing from the inside out.
Taking a deep breath, she puts on her Inquisitor face (stern, steel, determined, refusing to let any emotion show) before she nods her head. ]
Enjoy your wine.
[ And, turning, she walks out the door. ]