Lydia flinched back from him, not blaming him for the snapping or shouting--god knew she wanted to do so herself, but feeling it deep inside her anyway.
"Maybe he did, once, and for a while, but he doesn't anymore," she said back, quietly, still crying though she didn't realize it, but refusing to match his anger. He had a right to be angry, and she'd take it if she was the easy target. He also needed to listen, to hear her, to know if he was going to be safe, and her chin set in a stubborn line, as she watched him. "Now it--us--is what he wants to escape from, back to a normal life." Her lips twisted on the word.
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Date: 2010-06-06 09:33 pm (UTC)"Maybe he did, once, and for a while, but he doesn't anymore," she said back, quietly, still crying though she didn't realize it, but refusing to match his anger. He had a right to be angry, and she'd take it if she was the easy target. He also needed to listen, to hear her, to know if he was going to be safe, and her chin set in a stubborn line, as she watched him. "Now it--us--is what he wants to escape from, back to a normal life." Her lips twisted on the word.