[ Explosions are kind of Hana's thing, but that doesn't mean that she particularly enjoys this little tirade. For all of her attempts to keep her feelings out of their thus far exclusively physical relationship, Hana finds herself breaking a cardinal rule and catching feelings. That much is evidenced in the way her face is flush with anger, her eyes red and puffy.
His look does indeed shut her up for a split second, a renewed wave of anger washing over her and sending her flying into another rage, one that's cold and ill-measured, but measured nonetheless. ] You don't get to tell me what to do! We both know you're here because--
[ She gestures wildly with her hands as he releases them, her words jumbling together in a nonsensical whine of frustration. If he were to lean in and kiss her now, she would definitely kiss him back... But even Hana knows that that wouldn't solve anything, no matter how badly she wanted it. Just as she opens her mouth to form real, actual words, her eyes fall on his face and catch the briefest glimpse of weakness clouding his features, disarming her instantly.
It's not fair, she thinks, sucking a breath in through her teeth. It's not fair that it's so easy for him to do that.
She doesn't protest when he places his hands on her hips, but she meets his gaze with a withering look. Hana's body is tense beneath his touch, but she meets his gaze evenly, defiantly. Something akin to hope threatens to bloom somewhere in her ribcage, and try as she might to stamp it out, it perseveres the more she watches his face.
When Jack speaks, Hana makes a soft noise, her expression drifting from angry to hurt and confused. She sags, visibly, before speaking again. ]
What else am I supposed to think you're here for, then? [ Her voice is quiet, soft; paperthin and wavering. ] I can't read minds. I mean... I'm just a stupid kid with a crush, right?
[ She laughs bitterly, tearing her gaze from his face. Fuck. It's kind of hard to look at him like this. ] I am pretty selfish. But avoiding me for so long was kinda cold. [ With that, she leans forward. It's awkward in this position, but she lays her forehead on his shoulder, slumping against him. Half of her feels like he'll push her away, but she figures that it wouldn't matter either way. ] For all I know, you could be married. Or have a girlfriend.
[ Her tone is muffled, and though he can't see it, her eyes are open. She's staring at the top of one of his thighs, her hair forming a dark curtain around her face. ] If this isn't one-sided, then what is it?
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His look does indeed shut her up for a split second, a renewed wave of anger washing over her and sending her flying into another rage, one that's cold and ill-measured, but measured nonetheless. ] You don't get to tell me what to do! We both know you're here because--
[ She gestures wildly with her hands as he releases them, her words jumbling together in a nonsensical whine of frustration. If he were to lean in and kiss her now, she would definitely kiss him back... But even Hana knows that that wouldn't solve anything, no matter how badly she wanted it. Just as she opens her mouth to form real, actual words, her eyes fall on his face and catch the briefest glimpse of weakness clouding his features, disarming her instantly.
It's not fair, she thinks, sucking a breath in through her teeth. It's not fair that it's so easy for him to do that.
She doesn't protest when he places his hands on her hips, but she meets his gaze with a withering look. Hana's body is tense beneath his touch, but she meets his gaze evenly, defiantly. Something akin to hope threatens to bloom somewhere in her ribcage, and try as she might to stamp it out, it perseveres the more she watches his face.
When Jack speaks, Hana makes a soft noise, her expression drifting from angry to hurt and confused. She sags, visibly, before speaking again. ]
What else am I supposed to think you're here for, then? [ Her voice is quiet, soft; paperthin and wavering. ] I can't read minds. I mean... I'm just a stupid kid with a crush, right?
[ She laughs bitterly, tearing her gaze from his face. Fuck. It's kind of hard to look at him like this. ] I am pretty selfish. But avoiding me for so long was kinda cold. [ With that, she leans forward. It's awkward in this position, but she lays her forehead on his shoulder, slumping against him. Half of her feels like he'll push her away, but she figures that it wouldn't matter either way. ] For all I know, you could be married. Or have a girlfriend.
[ Her tone is muffled, and though he can't see it, her eyes are open. She's staring at the top of one of his thighs, her hair forming a dark curtain around her face. ] If this isn't one-sided, then what is it?