[ The emotions that Cassandra receives from the stranger aren't quite as nuanced. There's a deep sense of loss, as though something essential and beloved has been ripped away. Guilt and a twinge of fear are intertwined with that loss: guilt over losing it and fear that he may not be able to get it back. But above all else, there is fury — a fury so consuming that it makes the grief bearable, even if it does make one want to scream, or cry, or slam someone's head through a wall.
As Cassandra yanks her hand back, so does Maine, letting out a low hiss of displeasure as he does so.
It's no wonder they accidentally touched: Maine takes up a hell of a lot of space. He's seven-feet-tall and has the sort of muscular build that makes him look like he could run straight through a wall. He says nothing in response to her apology. Instead, he draws his hand farther away and steps back, eyeing Cassandra warily.
Her worry, her anxiety, her feeling of being lost — those are emotions Maine works hard to suppress, flatly refusing to let himself feel them. So it's no wonder that he's honestly rather alarmed by experiencing them so powerfully. ]
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As Cassandra yanks her hand back, so does Maine, letting out a low hiss of displeasure as he does so.
It's no wonder they accidentally touched: Maine takes up a hell of a lot of space. He's seven-feet-tall and has the sort of muscular build that makes him look like he could run straight through a wall. He says nothing in response to her apology. Instead, he draws his hand farther away and steps back, eyeing Cassandra warily.
Her worry, her anxiety, her feeling of being lost — those are emotions Maine works hard to suppress, flatly refusing to let himself feel them. So it's no wonder that he's honestly rather alarmed by experiencing them so powerfully. ]