It's comforting, a little, but it's... it's not what he wants to hear.
Sola's not the most perceptive. In fact, he rarely notices the details, but he keeps listening for a real denial, a real statement that Johnny doesn't love Charley, that he does love Sola, and he's not hearing it explicitly.
But he still doesn't try to struggle anyway anymore. Instead he just... hangs, sort of limp in Johnny's arms as if exhausted. Really he is exhausted, drained of energy from his failed attempts at pushing out of Johnny's embrace, from the numbness he'd fought off earlier, all of it. Childishly he just wishes it would go back to how it was, that he'd never seen the letter. If he hadn't, he wouldn't even have thought of all this...
His voice is weak and plaintive, again not meeting Johnny's eyes when he speaks.]
But you won't say you don't love him, even if it won't work.
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It's comforting, a little, but it's... it's not what he wants to hear.
Sola's not the most perceptive. In fact, he rarely notices the details, but he keeps listening for a real denial, a real statement that Johnny doesn't love Charley, that he does love Sola, and he's not hearing it explicitly.
But he still doesn't try to struggle anyway anymore. Instead he just... hangs, sort of limp in Johnny's arms as if exhausted. Really he is exhausted, drained of energy from his failed attempts at pushing out of Johnny's embrace, from the numbness he'd fought off earlier, all of it. Childishly he just wishes it would go back to how it was, that he'd never seen the letter. If he hadn't, he wouldn't even have thought of all this...
His voice is weak and plaintive, again not meeting Johnny's eyes when he speaks.]
But you won't say you don't love him, even if it won't work.