[Well, that wasn't the reaction he was hoping for. His shoulders slump a little, whether she's referring to him (most likely), herself, or the situation, none of it's good.
Still, her reaching out is worse.]
No...!
[He jerks back. The force of his protest makes him cough, which makes the damn thing hurt, and makes him cough more. An animal growl rolls from his throat, clearer than his own voice, before he can cut himself off.
He steps back again and tries to draw back words.]
no subject
Still, her reaching out is worse.]
No...!
[He jerks back. The force of his protest makes him cough, which makes the damn thing hurt, and makes him cough more. An animal growl rolls from his throat, clearer than his own voice, before he can cut himself off.
He steps back again and tries to draw back words.]
You can't... touch me... You can't...