[She may not be looking at him but he is definitely looking at her, unable to tear his eyes away for the moment.]
No.
[There's that feeling again, the little tingle in his gut. He's learning each and every day to trust the beating of his own bleeding heart, as somewhere deep down, it always seems to know what's going to happen.
This is why he heard the ringing just minutes prior.]
No, it's not.
[Here he takes one of her hands and squeezes it, wishing there was more he could do or say to relieve her pain.]
no subject
No.
[There's that feeling again, the little tingle in his gut. He's learning each and every day to trust the beating of his own bleeding heart, as somewhere deep down, it always seems to know what's going to happen.
This is why he heard the ringing just minutes prior.]
No, it's not.
[Here he takes one of her hands and squeezes it, wishing there was more he could do or say to relieve her pain.]