Michel was not one to weep openly, nor was he one to do so very often, but to say that the time that they spent together meant nothing when it had meant something to him? Well, it stung undeniably, not one to burst into hysteric, he felt it more than registered the dampness rolling down the side of his face, like one might with sweat. Was it numbness, or was the lack of acknowledgement just one more way for Michel to keep his dignity in check? Whatever it was it didn't stop the indignity from creeping it's way along his neck and face, this was a different kind of heat, the kind of heat you keep buried in your chest and he knew he had to leave this room before he was overwhelmed by it.
"I did not come here to fight with you...I..." Michel pinched the bridge of his nose again and shook his head trying to clear it. He wasn't even going to deign to acknowledge the package, there was enough humiliation to be had in this moment, why give Zevran something he'd crafted himself only to be told it was meant nothing in the same way their time spent together meant nothing, "...I should go, stay safe in Antiva."
He couldn't endure it another moment and while his feet felt like lead, he still willed them to move.
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Date: 2016-05-02 10:31 am (UTC)"I did not come here to fight with you...I..." Michel pinched the bridge of his nose again and shook his head trying to clear it. He wasn't even going to deign to acknowledge the package, there was enough humiliation to be had in this moment, why give Zevran something he'd crafted himself only to be told it was meant nothing in the same way their time spent together meant nothing, "...I should go, stay safe in Antiva."
He couldn't endure it another moment and while his feet felt like lead, he still willed them to move.