He smiles a little, part resigned humor, part weariness.
"I'd have to put you on your own pedestal to be disappointed, Adele. And I think we've taken a few too many chunks out of each other by now for that to happen. Neither one of us are perfect, and we both know that."
Still, he'll step back, breaking the arc reaching between them, his wings tucking away for the moment. Whether it's the physical cues he's picking up on, or the tone of her voice, it feels like they've said enough. And in his case, too much. It was probably time to put the wall back up, and time for him to give her space. Probably a lot of it.
One day, maybe, he'd learn to stop before it got to this point and he'd backed them both into a corner again.
Day 3
"I'd have to put you on your own pedestal to be disappointed, Adele. And I think we've taken a few too many chunks out of each other by now for that to happen. Neither one of us are perfect, and we both know that."
Still, he'll step back, breaking the arc reaching between them, his wings tucking away for the moment. Whether it's the physical cues he's picking up on, or the tone of her voice, it feels like they've said enough. And in his case, too much. It was probably time to put the wall back up, and time for him to give her space. Probably a lot of it.
One day, maybe, he'd learn to stop before it got to this point and he'd backed them both into a corner again.
He wasn't counting on it.