[There's a small twist in his lips, pressed together with the tension of a feeble attempt not to let emotions show. If she's looking directly at him then he can't help but look away, downwards at her middle, eyes unseeing. No movement, even when she closes in to press a kiss to his forehead.
Maybe Petre can't cry, and that's why the only remarkable thing about him in the moment is his breathing. His arms feel limp. Throat empty, his thoughts a blur. The only thing he can think to say is the reason why he'll miss Cole - the same reason he misses Diana.]
He said he'd take care of me.
[So... fuck him, or something. At least Petre left Diana knowing they'd see each other again. Cole left knowing they wouldn't.
With a strange little frown he reaches for the bottle, his turn to down a long and scalding swig.]
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Maybe Petre can't cry, and that's why the only remarkable thing about him in the moment is his breathing. His arms feel limp. Throat empty, his thoughts a blur. The only thing he can think to say is the reason why he'll miss Cole - the same reason he misses Diana.]
He said he'd take care of me.
[So... fuck him, or something. At least Petre left Diana knowing they'd see each other again. Cole left knowing they wouldn't.
With a strange little frown he reaches for the bottle, his turn to down a long and scalding swig.]