[There's something telling about her stillness, and the near total lack of reaction. He realizes too late that his first instinct has been to run, and it's going to hurt her, but it's too much.
He can't make himself stay, and he can't just leave things like this between them.]
Natasha... [When they get to the door he starts to reach for her hand but stops himself short, fingers closing on air before returning to his side.] We'll talk later.
[She meets his gaze for the briefest of moments before giving him a nod, her expression carefully blank and controlled. She opens the door and steps back to give him room. She almost feels like she should apologize, but... she doesn't even know where to start. She doesn't have any words that will make this any better. Instead, she just falls back on the same answer, because she doesn't know what else to say.
She can't make this right. She's not sure anything can.]
[He can't read her expression or the response after it. He doesn't know what else to say either, or if he wants anything like an apology from her. On the one hand, he wishes she'd told him from the start, but on the other, some small cowardly part of him wishes she'd never told him at all, and it's just enough for him to understand.
He nods in return and steps out. He doesn't look back as he heads back down the hallway. Faint notes of music from the movie follow him until she finally shuts the door.]
Re: Feb 19th | Action
He can't make himself stay, and he can't just leave things like this between them.]
Natasha... [When they get to the door he starts to reach for her hand but stops himself short, fingers closing on air before returning to his side.] We'll talk later.
Re: Feb 19th | Action
She can't make this right. She's not sure anything can.]
Alright.
Re: Feb 19th | Action
He nods in return and steps out. He doesn't look back as he heads back down the hallway. Faint notes of music from the movie follow him until she finally shuts the door.]