[ something's happening here. something quiet, insidious. something that seeps in around the edges- an infection. hayden said something. or chad. and tate is handing her this on a silver platter. ]
[ she finds a shirt in the time it takes him to get there. because he could just do that thing- where he winks in and out. hayley knows he can be and not be, wherever he wants. but she also knows that she's made it very clear that she has rules.
tate'll be here. and he'll use the door. knock politely and wait.
hayley pushes her arms through the sleeves, and kicks her blanket off. rummages around in her drawer for a pair of pajama pants. she doesn't know what will come out of this, but it's her move. ]
[everything was all wrong, ever since he'd woken up after that dream. this month had passed by in a haze, he'd made mistakes, and the only time something had made sense was in the elevator. when the lights were out and he had a gun in his hand.
go away, she'd said. we'd tried to get her out like she was on his fucking side.
he wasn't ever going back there. he had nobody. regardless of what happened up here, he wouldn't leave. not so long as Hayley was here. if Hayden was following her around it wasn't anything good.
he waits at the door after knocking, but he's barely able to stand in one spot. he bites at his fingernails, shifting his weight from foot to foot]
[ she waits just long enough to satisfy herself. to keep him in one place while her chin lifts, gaze moving itself through the room, it's silence and emptiness- before she answers. tate's nails are bitten to the quick, and his dark eyes are bruised. his features marred with shadow.
hayley places only a few inches between them, and her shoulders soften. attention moving over his face.
she doesn't speak, not right away, not so close to the halls, but she takes a step to the side. a silent invitation. this much is a ritual, if nothing else. ]
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where've you been?
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distracted.
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im sorry
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[but he doesn't like that.]
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i'm sorry
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i already told you
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tate'll be here. and he'll use the door.
knock politely and wait.
hayley pushes her arms through the sleeves, and kicks her blanket off. rummages around in her drawer for a pair of pajama pants. she doesn't know what will come out of this, but it's her move. ]
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go away, she'd said. we'd tried to get her out
like she was on his fucking side.
he wasn't ever going back there. he had nobody. regardless of what happened up here, he wouldn't leave. not so long as Hayley was here. if Hayden was following her around it wasn't anything good.
he waits at the door after knocking, but he's barely able to stand in one spot. he bites at his fingernails, shifting his weight from foot to foot]
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hayley places only a few inches between them, and her shoulders soften. attention moving over his face.
she doesn't speak, not right away, not so close to the halls, but she takes a step to the side. a silent invitation. this much is a ritual, if nothing else. ]
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