He pulled up short sharply when the other Scott -- Scotty -- put his hands out, jerking to a halt. Still breathing, but it was harder than it should have been. But damned if he'd crack here.
He wasn't sure which part hurt worse: The facts or the concern, which seemed genuine.
"I... I'll think on it," he finally forced himself to reply, snarling internally to quash the jagged edge creeping into his voice, gently pushing the man's hands out of his way. And once he managed to maintain his dignity out of eyeshot, he broke into a full-out run, heading back towards the quarters he didn't even like and praying they'd be empty.
He made it about three steps in before he did something utterly normal; he hit his knees, curled his arms over his head, forehead to the floor, and sobbed his heart out.
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Date: 2009-08-09 05:33 am (UTC)He wasn't sure which part hurt worse: The facts or the concern, which seemed genuine.
"I... I'll think on it," he finally forced himself to reply, snarling internally to quash the jagged edge creeping into his voice, gently pushing the man's hands out of his way. And once he managed to maintain his dignity out of eyeshot, he broke into a full-out run, heading back towards the quarters he didn't even like and praying they'd be empty.
He made it about three steps in before he did something utterly normal; he hit his knees, curled his arms over his head, forehead to the floor, and sobbed his heart out.