"Should have been." He says so quiet it might not have been audible at all. Regret. Regret was what he read in her expression as his eyes met hers and stayed for a long moment. No, he did not want her to go. He did not want her to come in, either. Father's orders made it so but leaving was not something that came easy to Holmes. As hard as it was to get in through his armor was just as hard to get back out again.
"I never understood how people made fleeting relationships. How they could just," he uses his hands to emphasize, "let someone in. Like a window, see through and free to open and close as desired. So simple, it seems, to them."
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Date: 2012-12-10 12:11 am (UTC)"I never understood how people made fleeting relationships. How they could just," he uses his hands to emphasize, "let someone in. Like a window, see through and free to open and close as desired. So simple, it seems, to them."