She stared at him while he talked, face expressionless, eyes searching as she listened. He was trying so hard to put things right. Mickey would probably punch him. If he kept talking, Rose was going to punch him. She shook her head.
"No." She braced her hands on her hips unflinchingly. He was always good at the intense eye-contact, and now, she turned it on him. "That would be easy. Running away. Not having to face me. What happened, you can't change, and hiding from it isn't gonna undo it."
She let out a breath and moved to sit on the bed. Patted the spot next to her, indicating that he should sit down. "Tell me you were wrong."
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Date: 2012-01-21 09:22 am (UTC)"No." She braced her hands on her hips unflinchingly. He was always good at the intense eye-contact, and now, she turned it on him. "That would be easy. Running away. Not having to face me. What happened, you can't change, and hiding from it isn't gonna undo it."
She let out a breath and moved to sit on the bed. Patted the spot next to her, indicating that he should sit down. "Tell me you were wrong."