[ Poe can't tell what he feels when he sees John. He's still angry. He's confused. More than anything he's hurt, tender bruises guarded by that barrier of temper.
Poe throat squeezes. ]
I don't want us to go into this with a fight being the last thing we have.
[ Poe's jaw works. He doesn't want to apologize. He doesn't even really think he should. Finally, he looks away. ]
What do you want from me? I don't. [ He rubs his face with both hands and then scrubs them up through his hair. ] I don't know what you want from me. I feel like I can't take a step without you saying it's in the wrong direction.
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[ Poe can't tell what he feels when he sees John. He's still angry. He's confused. More than anything he's hurt, tender bruises guarded by that barrier of temper.
Poe throat squeezes. ]
I don't want us to go into this with a fight being the last thing we have.
[ Poe's jaw works. He doesn't want to apologize. He doesn't even really think he should. Finally, he looks away. ]
What do you want from me? I don't. [ He rubs his face with both hands and then scrubs them up through his hair. ] I don't know what you want from me. I feel like I can't take a step without you saying it's in the wrong direction.