[ he isn't Nicolas, and more importantly, he isn't anyone worth remembering - and that's what he would say if she voiced her thoughts out loud. he's nobody, caught up in the shadows of the past, of ghosts living and dead, of sins committed dragging behind him like so many rattling chains. he's left so much behind now, and that's really what Heine does best; leaving or running away - but does that really count as such when he keeps dwelling on those things in his head?
but he comes back this time.
Heine stands there watching her clutch at the bottle of water like it's some kind of a lifeline, like some precious commodity, and looks away like the sight is something he shouldn't really be watching. ]
I'm nobody.
[ a shrug - quick and reflexive, a standard answer to anyone who might ask - and Heine rocks his weight back on his heels, then back again. doesn't have an answer quick enough for her second question, though, and the corners of his features crumple a little, a little taken aback, the tension having nowhere to go.
because you look like you needed help.
( because she reminds you of her, doesn't she? )
his head jerks back, involuntarily - the voice doesn't come anymore, not really in this place anyway, but it's more of a reflex now somehow after years and years of hearing its snide voice in his head. ]
no subject
but he comes back this time.
Heine stands there watching her clutch at the bottle of water like it's some kind of a lifeline, like some precious commodity, and looks away like the sight is something he shouldn't really be watching. ]
I'm nobody.
[ a shrug - quick and reflexive, a standard answer to anyone who might ask - and Heine rocks his weight back on his heels, then back again. doesn't have an answer quick enough for her second question, though, and the corners of his features crumple a little, a little taken aback, the tension having nowhere to go.
because you look like you needed help.
( because she reminds you of her, doesn't she? )
his head jerks back, involuntarily - the voice doesn't come anymore, not really in this place anyway, but it's more of a reflex now somehow after years and years of hearing its snide voice in his head. ]
You'd rather I just left you?