[ It's so hard, because she looks... fine. It looks like her.
His expression is already wavering by the time she stops, emotion he can't control welling up in his chest. He pulls himself to his feet, leaning heavily against the door, knife in hand. There's a long moment of just... searching, and then he moves. Walks down the steps of the porch, and stops in front of her.
He's not sure if he's trembling or shivering. Probably both. ]
... Hi. [ If she's going to hurt him, now would be the time, Royce thinks. He doesn't think he cares if she does or not. ]
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His expression is already wavering by the time she stops, emotion he can't control welling up in his chest. He pulls himself to his feet, leaning heavily against the door, knife in hand. There's a long moment of just... searching, and then he moves. Walks down the steps of the porch, and stops in front of her.
He's not sure if he's trembling or shivering. Probably both. ]
... Hi. [ If she's going to hurt him, now would be the time, Royce thinks. He doesn't think he cares if she does or not. ]