[N refuses to even turn around to look at Thomas, instead glaring silently at the floor. But his shoulders do give little subconscious twitches at appropriate moments-- "six bullets", "shot", "leaves two"-- to show he's listening.
And, when he realizes just what Thomas is doing, he does turn around. His eyes are wide, and dart back and forth between the bullets and Thomas' face. Is this genuine? Or some kind of trick? He can't tell.
He reaches tentatively for the bullets, touching them experimentally (to make sure they don't burn him or do something else horrible) before he scoops them up into his hand. He stares at them in his open palm for a moment, puzzlingly.]
... The only one? [That is a bit irking. Is that all he is? A confidant? A part of him still actually liked Thomas a little... He closes his hand around the bullets. Hm. Still not burning him. He keeps his eyes on his fist as he begins to speak again, reluctantly:] ... Why can't you just tell other people? I don't want to forgive you. I can't. [Did everyone deserve a second chance? He got a second chance, didn't he? He narrows his eyes and clenches his fist tighter around the bullets. He drops his arm back to his side.] I shouldn't...
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And, when he realizes just what Thomas is doing, he does turn around. His eyes are wide, and dart back and forth between the bullets and Thomas' face. Is this genuine? Or some kind of trick? He can't tell.
He reaches tentatively for the bullets, touching them experimentally (to make sure they don't burn him or do something else horrible) before he scoops them up into his hand. He stares at them in his open palm for a moment, puzzlingly.]
... The only one? [That is a bit irking. Is that all he is? A confidant? A part of him still actually liked Thomas a little... He closes his hand around the bullets. Hm. Still not burning him. He keeps his eyes on his fist as he begins to speak again, reluctantly:] ... Why can't you just tell other people? I don't want to forgive you. I can't. [Did everyone deserve a second chance? He got a second chance, didn't he? He narrows his eyes and clenches his fist tighter around the bullets. He drops his arm back to his side.] I shouldn't...