Rhy’s excited expression had been encouraging, infectious even. He wanted to give the man something meaningful, and this had seemed like an excellent way to go. Almost perfect, really...
Then that excited expression changed so drastically in mere moments, the delight was gone entirely. It was almost as though he had wounded the man. When he spoke up, Llewellyn’s brain visibly ground to a halt at the distress in Rhy’s voice.
“What...?” Popped out first, tone so quiet and confused.
Llewellyn stared for a moment then, as though he might have mistaken the other’s words somehow. Surely he hadn’t heard him correctly, right? But no, he hadn’t been mistaken. His eyes finally darted to the flowers and then back to Rhy as anxiety started to rise. So much for that burst of confidence... “What do you mean, I didn’t— I don’t...? I don’t understand? That couldn’t be further from what I wish, Rhy?”
Why would he have come here, so full of hope and cheer, if his intention were to (and it hurt to even think it) end things?
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Then that excited expression changed so drastically in mere moments, the delight was gone entirely. It was almost as though he had wounded the man. When he spoke up, Llewellyn’s brain visibly ground to a halt at the distress in Rhy’s voice.
“What...?” Popped out first, tone so quiet and confused.
Llewellyn stared for a moment then, as though he might have mistaken the other’s words somehow. Surely he hadn’t heard him correctly, right? But no, he hadn’t been mistaken. His eyes finally darted to the flowers and then back to Rhy as anxiety started to rise. So much for that burst of confidence... “What do you mean, I didn’t— I don’t...? I don’t understand? That couldn’t be further from what I wish, Rhy?”
Why would he have come here, so full of hope and cheer, if his intention were to (and it hurt to even think it) end things?