She licks her lips, looking up at him as he laughs- bitterness oozing from it. She hasn’t seen him like this but it doesn’t scare her, mostly upsets her and she doesn’t understand why- her stomach twists in knots.
“Does this happen a lot? Jude, does it happen a lot?” She isn’t screaming, it’s a short question, monotone.
His eyes burn, but there’s nothing there. Like it’s dried up somehow.
He nods, slowly, eyes latched onto the ground. His hand is still in his hair, grabbing onto strands like he’s holding on to his last comfort.
“Yeah,” he finally mutters, a short breath, “yeah, it does.”
