[ Her fist connect with his jaw and sends him sprawling back, down into the snow, black and white dots dancing merrily across his vision as his body flips a coin on whether he'll simply pass out or not while shocks race up his trigeminal nerve, rattle his skull.
He doesn't pass out, but he does look more than a little dazed as he stares up at her from the ground, the slush and snow seeping into his clothing. She'd knocked his hand aside; he puts it back up, placating, reaching for her. And she's right, of course. He isn't the only one who lost a friend. He can only hope he hasn't ruined every chance of finding a new one. ]
I'm sorry.
[ It's what he should have said first. It's what he should have said weeks ago. ]
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He doesn't pass out, but he does look more than a little dazed as he stares up at her from the ground, the slush and snow seeping into his clothing. She'd knocked his hand aside; he puts it back up, placating, reaching for her. And she's right, of course. He isn't the only one who lost a friend. He can only hope he hasn't ruined every chance of finding a new one. ]
I'm sorry.
[ It's what he should have said first. It's what he should have said weeks ago. ]
I'm sorry, La'an.