Lydia didn't move until she heard the water starting. The sound of the lock had echoed in her head, in the numbness. He didn't trust her. She couldn't blame him. The person who was supposed to always have his back had just betrayed him. That she'd brought it to his attention, tried to save him...she couldn't think that it would matter right now, as betrayed as he felt.
She knew that betrayal a little too well not to understand.
Pushing shakily to her feet, she moved to his kitchen, turning on the sink to try and wash some of the blood that had transferred to her skin off as well, then put some in the kettle. Tea hardly would solve the world's problems, or even theirs, but it was all she knew to do right now to try and take care of him a bit, and the simple domesticity of the motions calmed her.
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Date: 2010-08-08 01:11 am (UTC)She knew that betrayal a little too well not to understand.
Pushing shakily to her feet, she moved to his kitchen, turning on the sink to try and wash some of the blood that had transferred to her skin off as well, then put some in the kettle. Tea hardly would solve the world's problems, or even theirs, but it was all she knew to do right now to try and take care of him a bit, and the simple domesticity of the motions calmed her.