[ There's panic in his voice as his hands hover above the scarf. He really doesn't want Manuela to leave, not after he's come this far - he's already wearing the blasted thing, for god's sake, and there's nothing but a piece of cloth separating it from the world. It shouldn't be so hard to - just -
His hands tremble, unmoving. It should be simple, but the idea of everyone seeing paralyzes him. He can't make himself take that next step, he can't...
He can't.
Damn it. He knows what he has to do. ]
...Make it an order. Please.
[ And when you've gotten the P-word out of Valmont, you know he means it. ]
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[ There's panic in his voice as his hands hover above the scarf. He really doesn't want Manuela to leave, not after he's come this far - he's already wearing the blasted thing, for god's sake, and there's nothing but a piece of cloth separating it from the world. It shouldn't be so hard to - just -
His hands tremble, unmoving. It should be simple, but the idea of everyone seeing paralyzes him. He can't make himself take that next step, he can't...
He can't.
Damn it. He knows what he has to do. ]
...Make it an order. Please.
[ And when you've gotten the P-word out of Valmont, you know he means it. ]