Even in his frazzled state, Cade can't resist a direct order, least of all one from someone who has at least temporary authority over him. He stops quickly, but is slower to sit back down, looking every bit as sick and weary as he did before they began. He drops his face into his hands, knotting his fingers in his hair, knowing he's ruined it. Whatever 'it' is, whether it's a thing he thought might work or... whatever comes after this. Ruined.
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Date: 2016-04-16 03:54 am (UTC)He stops quickly, but is slower to sit back down, looking every bit as sick and weary as he did before they began. He drops his face into his hands, knotting his fingers in his hair, knowing he's ruined it. Whatever 'it' is, whether it's a thing he thought might work or... whatever comes after this. Ruined.