[Sophie has a particular knack for saying things in a very blunt imperative--a tone that effectively masks her feelings, at least from him. A tone that penetrates his fatigue, arresting lethargy and innervating him immediately.
Even then, though--inspiring as it is to be given order, to be told... he is simultaneosly wrackeded by the knowledge that he can't. He physically can't. He's too inadequate, too worthless to follow even this most basic instruction.
He jerks upright--caught mostly, because one arm gets tangled in the bedding, making it awkward; by the time he finally yanks it free, he's visibly agitated.]
I--I already--! I already! Once already--!
[He makes eye contact, something violent in his face, his expression desperate--panicked? Dreading? Pleading?]
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Even then, though--inspiring as it is to be given order, to be told... he is simultaneosly wrackeded by the knowledge that he can't. He physically can't. He's too inadequate, too worthless to follow even this most basic instruction.
He jerks upright--caught mostly, because one arm gets tangled in the bedding, making it awkward; by the time he finally yanks it free, he's visibly agitated.]
I--I already--! I already! Once already--!
[He makes eye contact, something violent in his face, his expression desperate--panicked? Dreading? Pleading?]