[His words have shaken her. He can tell that they have. Good. As much as he hates to see her in pain, at least it's something. Better to feel something than nothing. He hates the way she tries to keep a veneer of calm; tries to pass herself off as someone who is above tears and grief and caring.
It reminds him too much of him.
Self-loathing. Yet another thing they have in common.]
Don't get tears, huh? [His gaze upon her is still hard, but there's something lurking in the depths of those brown eyes: sympathy.]
Then how come you cried for me?
[His voice is neutral, surprisingly gentle. It's the first time he's ever let on that he'd seen those tears in her eyes, when he'd reunited with her after their session with Kite. A callous tactic, to be sure, but Wade knows just how to go straight for the heart, and sometimes, cutting deep is the only way to let the poison out.]
oh god that's better and yet somehow worse
It reminds him too much of him.
Self-loathing. Yet another thing they have in common.]
Don't get tears, huh? [His gaze upon her is still hard, but there's something lurking in the depths of those brown eyes: sympathy.]
Then how come you cried for me?
[His voice is neutral, surprisingly gentle. It's the first time he's ever let on that he'd seen those tears in her eyes, when he'd reunited with her after their session with Kite. A callous tactic, to be sure, but Wade knows just how to go straight for the heart, and sometimes, cutting deep is the only way to let the poison out.]