She can't speak. Natalia can't speak without becoming the sobbing wretch she feels like, sorrow and anger unlike anything she's felt in a while rising up in her, and for a moment she thinks, You should.
But it makes no difference. Steve may hide his pain in his averted eyes, and Natalia in her careful breaths, but the opportunity to scrape through this with dignity passed without ever giving them hold. There is no point to pretending she is unmoved, just as there is no point in pretending he's not seconds away from breaking. "Whatever you need," she says, voice finally shot. Ask.
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Date: 2011-11-11 08:21 am (UTC)But it makes no difference. Steve may hide his pain in his averted eyes, and Natalia in her careful breaths, but the opportunity to scrape through this with dignity passed without ever giving them hold. There is no point to pretending she is unmoved, just as there is no point in pretending he's not seconds away from breaking. "Whatever you need," she says, voice finally shot. Ask.