( he lets her move around him however she wants, resists nothing. but when she goes on with reassuring him that it's okay, something tightens in his jaw. )

Flora. Hey.

( he shakes the water off, and reaches for her hands. just holding them for now. )

That's the thing. It's not. I know it's shitty. I'm not looking for you to excuse my behaviour because I know it's not. Right, or healthy, or whatever the fuck else you want to call it. Stop it. Just... stop it.