[He's busy? Busy with what? Is what he feels coming all ready here, or—
He grits his teeth.
Her threat makes him stiffen, because it ain't safe out there, not anywhere, but she needs to behind something with a lock and key and shit and maybe miles worth of tinfoil steel. Outside's not safe, and neither is he. He glances towards the door, but doesn't move.
His voice sharpens instead. He's not yelling, but it's close enough.]
You don't get it. None of you do. Something's—
[Coming. Right? He can feel it. He knows something's not right and he's not thinking as he should—all the more reason she should stay the hell away—but he knows what he feels and he's tried to ignore it but he can't.]
Look, just listen to me for once, dammit. Is that so hard?
[voice]
[He's busy? Busy with what? Is what he feels coming all ready here, or—
He grits his teeth.
Her threat makes him stiffen, because it ain't safe out there, not anywhere, but she needs to behind something with a lock and key and shit and maybe miles worth of
tinfoilsteel. Outside's not safe, and neither is he. He glances towards the door, but doesn't move.His voice sharpens instead. He's not yelling, but it's close enough.]
You don't get it. None of you do. Something's—
[Coming. Right? He can feel it. He knows something's not right and he's not thinking as he should—all the more reason she should stay the hell away—but he knows what he feels and he's tried to ignore it but he can't.]
Look, just listen to me for once, dammit. Is that so hard?