She's crying. He knows her well enough--every hair on her head and every tone of her voice--to know she's crying. Shoving at the door again is entirely unconscious.
"We can't keep doing this. We can't. Please, Rach, just-- just let me in. Let's-- let's try talking about it again. Please."
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Date: 2014-04-20 05:08 pm (UTC)"We can't keep doing this. We can't. Please, Rach, just-- just let me in. Let's-- let's try talking about it again. Please."