[He almost makes a crack about home being too far away for him to get to, but doesn't. She's right, though; he should get the hell out of here. It's just really hard to see the logic behind why, when he's got her in his arms like this.
Saul turns his head, presses a kiss to her hair, and finally — finally pulls away completely. Without looking at her, he retrieves his coat from where it lay discarded on the floor, dusts it off, straightens it out, fidgets with the fabric until he realizes this is bordering on awkward, then stops.
The thing is, he's suddenly afraid to meet her gaze. Like the truth about what just happened is written all over his face and she'll see it if he's not careful, but — that's silly.
So he glances over just long enough to nod — yeah, he should go, and he is — and say:] See you around, Steph.
[It should make her feel better, the knowledge that they've actually managed to find enough self control to walk away, but if anything she just feels worse, watching him getting ready to leave.
She's not really thinking, when she steps forward to catch his wrist, holding on for just long enough to kiss him once more, light and quick, though she lingers for just a moment.]
Sorry. [Whispered against his lips, and she thinks about kissing him again but knows that if she does, this time they won't stop.
Instead, she pulls away, runs away, slipping out the roof exit and letting the night swallow her up.]
[And he just — stands there for a few minutes that feel more like a few hours, dazed.
This didn't fix anything at all. Why did he ever think it would?
Saul shakes his head to break the trance, then turns on his heel to head for the stairs. Then stops mid-step, looks back toward the door, and makes one final potentially stupid — but sincere — decision before he heads off to throw himself into bed.
So if Stephanie comes back in this way, and if she's too cold or too wet, she can feel free to take his coat. Because he left it for her.]
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idk I didn't do it yet
Saul turns his head, presses a kiss to her hair, and finally — finally pulls away completely. Without looking at her, he retrieves his coat from where it lay discarded on the floor, dusts it off, straightens it out, fidgets with the fabric until he realizes this is bordering on awkward, then stops.
The thing is, he's suddenly afraid to meet her gaze. Like the truth about what just happened is written all over his face and she'll see it if he's not careful, but — that's silly.
So he glances over just long enough to nod — yeah, he should go, and he is — and say:] See you around, Steph.
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She's not really thinking, when she steps forward to catch his wrist, holding on for just long enough to kiss him once more, light and quick, though she lingers for just a moment.]
Sorry. [Whispered against his lips, and she thinks about kissing him again but knows that if she does, this time they won't stop.
Instead, she pulls away, runs away, slipping out the roof exit and letting the night swallow her up.]
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This didn't fix anything at all. Why did he ever think it would?
Saul shakes his head to break the trance, then turns on his heel to head for the stairs. Then stops mid-step, looks back toward the door, and makes one final potentially stupid — but sincere — decision before he heads off to throw himself into bed.
So if Stephanie comes back in this way, and if she's too cold or too wet, she can feel free to take his coat. Because he left it for her.]