[Lalli's eyes widen when he sees the tear run down Reynir's face but he doesn't say anything, doesn't move when Reynir turns to leave. He wants to do--something, but he has no voice and there are stones in his stomach. He hadn't meant this, either, hadn't realized how hard had been taking Lalli's behavior--part of him had thought the irritation was mutual.
But he can't take that back, like he can't take back what he did to Onni, and Reynir is already gone.
He stands there for a while, trying to grapple with the newfound conviction that everything he's done has made him into the exact thing he didn't want to be: a fuck-up. That's what he is, and he doesn't know where to go.
Eventually, numbly, the gears in his mind begin to move again, and his legs mechanically begin to walk back to the apartment before he makes the decision to do so. He doesn't know what to do about Reynir, and he doesn't know what to do about Onni, but of the two of them there's one he still feels he can talk to--at least, for right now.
Onni, at least, always seems to know what to do when Lalli doesn't.]
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But he can't take that back, like he can't take back what he did to Onni, and Reynir is already gone.
He stands there for a while, trying to grapple with the newfound conviction that everything he's done has made him into the exact thing he didn't want to be: a fuck-up. That's what he is, and he doesn't know where to go.
Eventually, numbly, the gears in his mind begin to move again, and his legs mechanically begin to walk back to the apartment before he makes the decision to do so. He doesn't know what to do about Reynir, and he doesn't know what to do about Onni, but of the two of them there's one he still feels he can talk to--at least, for right now.
Onni, at least, always seems to know what to do when Lalli doesn't.]