"I don't know," he answers, tracing his tongue over his lips. He still can't quite get his head around that one, and he's not sure if it's because he has a concussion or because, hysterically ironic but true, he's only living as half a person at the moment, his temper and his fear muted, if not stripped from him entirely. "It shouldn't be possible. But I can't ... "
He closes his eyes briefly, sucking in a deep but staccato breath through his teeth, and tries to focus on all the great upsets in his life. His father's treatment of him and his mother when he was young. Betty's father and the way he lied to him, then hounded him for years. Natasha lying to him, not once but twice, and so on and so forth. His pulse jumps lazily, real fury not wanting to come, and he can feel his blood pressure rising slowly with it, but beyond that he feels no different. If anything, he feels vaguely hollow.
He opens his eyes, shaking his head. "Guess the Other Guy's on vacation."
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Date: 2012-06-30 05:59 pm (UTC)From:He closes his eyes briefly, sucking in a deep but staccato breath through his teeth, and tries to focus on all the great upsets in his life. His father's treatment of him and his mother when he was young. Betty's father and the way he lied to him, then hounded him for years. Natasha lying to him, not once but twice, and so on and so forth. His pulse jumps lazily, real fury not wanting to come, and he can feel his blood pressure rising slowly with it, but beyond that he feels no different. If anything, he feels vaguely hollow.
He opens his eyes, shaking his head. "Guess the Other Guy's on vacation."