[It works. Something seizes on the other end of the bond, and all of his limbs grow tense, but he has nothing to shoot back at her this time. He becomes eerily still and quiet, his tired glance shifting to something furious and hurt.]
No. I suppose you can't.
[Now is when he finally moves, nothing but limbs as he backpedals through the curtain and to the bed. He very nearly makes another remark about false hope, but he doesn't have the energy for it.
He forces his body to go limp on the bed, though he is wound tightly like a spring in spite of it.]
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No. I suppose you can't.
[Now is when he finally moves, nothing but limbs as he backpedals through the curtain and to the bed. He very nearly makes another remark about false hope, but he doesn't have the energy for it.
He forces his body to go limp on the bed, though he is wound tightly like a spring in spite of it.]