[He's been having a rough couple of weeks. He's been having a rough couple of months, really, ever since his life became a downward spiral that turned into this. And he's already been pushed and prodded, forced into what could almost pass for 'bonding', tricked into giving secrets and pieces of himself he wasn't even entirely aware he had in him, giving them away.
Someone else tried to have a heart to heart with him a very short while ago, and he shut that down with malice and prejudice.
He really couldn't say -- couldn't even begin to formulate -- what it is that has him not able to, not entirely wanting to shut out confused and calculating and oh so curious little Miss Abigail Hobbs.
In the pause that has him turning all these thoughts over in his head, he surrenders that fraction more; allows weariness to creep into his voice. And he sighs.]
[voice ; private]
Someone else tried to have a heart to heart with him a very short while ago, and he shut that down with malice and prejudice.
He really couldn't say -- couldn't even begin to formulate -- what it is that has him not able to, not entirely wanting to shut out confused and calculating and oh so curious little Miss Abigail Hobbs.
In the pause that has him turning all these thoughts over in his head, he surrenders that fraction more; allows weariness to creep into his voice. And he sighs.]
I don't think I sleep enough to dream, anymore.