[ There is nothing that she's saying that is wrong, apparently, even when it directly contradicts the things he'd just laid claim to; no argument forms, no protest, or even the beginnings of contrary defense in his expression. Just listening.
Enduring, in a way. ]
I don't need your help, [ he decides, after some silence has lapsed. Falters. No, that doesn't work. Tries again. ] I don't want your help.
[ There is a second spent on seeming like he's not certain of that, entirely, but the next second of maintained eye contact seems convinced that its close enough to the truth to hold some conviction. ]
no subject
Enduring, in a way. ]
I don't need your help, [ he decides, after some silence has lapsed. Falters. No, that doesn't work. Tries again. ] I don't want your help.
[ There is a second spent on seeming like he's not certain of that, entirely, but the next second of maintained eye contact seems convinced that its close enough to the truth to hold some conviction. ]