[And Armand watched, looking not unlike the proverbial deer caught in headlights. When Alvis touched him, his eyes slipped shut for just a moment, every line of his face softening. Almost without his conscious direction, one hand rose to settle over Alvis'.
But the words had him opening his eyes again, and when Alvis lifted his head he couldn't help but look at the scar left by his bite, eyes long-running for a long moment as guilt settled in once more like a lead weight in his gut.
Between that and the conviction that it couldn't be this easy, it shouldn't be this easy for Alvis to forgive him, the words burst out of him before he can think them through, confused to his own ears a little pitiful.]
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But the words had him opening his eyes again, and when Alvis lifted his head he couldn't help but look at the scar left by his bite, eyes long-running for a long moment as guilt settled in once more like a lead weight in his gut.
Between that and the conviction that it couldn't be this easy, it shouldn't be this easy for Alvis to forgive him, the words burst out of him before he can think them through, confused to his own ears a little pitiful.]
For the love of God, why? After what I did...