[ It's crushing to watch her go from shocked and numb to furious, her small fingers curling into her palms. He's all too familiar with that kind of rage. There's a similar kind sitting at the back of his throat now, his jaw flexing from the tension of keeping it in.
As she picks up her phone and seems to debate with herself over whether she'll connect the call, he thinks over the options. It's a straightforward answer, one that seems almost uncharacteristic of him. While she thinks, he taps out an email, hitting send by the time she speaks up. ]
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As she picks up her phone and seems to debate with herself over whether she'll connect the call, he thinks over the options. It's a straightforward answer, one that seems almost uncharacteristic of him. While she thinks, he taps out an email, hitting send by the time she speaks up. ]
When's your next shift?