He'd showered.
And then he showered again.
He'd put on new clothes and paced while cold sweat drenched them and he had to change again, as he gradually came to terms with what had happened..
He had taken advantage of a student. A girl less than half his age. What the HELL kind of man was he for doing something like that!? There was NO excuse! There was NEVER an excuse!
Right now that loathing he felt in the pit of his stomach, that tremendous hate he bore himself almost prompted him to put one of his guns in his mouth and end the whole thing.. but no. He didn't have the right to do that now. That was for Jubilee.
He sat on the bed, looking at his hands.. Trying to work up the courage to look her in the face again.
Trying to ruthlessly crush down that treacherous corner of his mind that wanted to do it again.
And then he showered again.
He'd put on new clothes and paced while cold sweat drenched them and he had to change again, as he gradually came to terms with what had happened..
He had taken advantage of a student. A girl less than half his age. What the HELL kind of man was he for doing something like that!? There was NO excuse! There was NEVER an excuse!
Right now that loathing he felt in the pit of his stomach, that tremendous hate he bore himself almost prompted him to put one of his guns in his mouth and end the whole thing.. but no. He didn't have the right to do that now. That was for Jubilee.
He sat on the bed, looking at his hands.. Trying to work up the courage to look her in the face again.
Trying to ruthlessly crush down that treacherous corner of his mind that wanted to do it again.
Text Message to Bishop, an IC comment that happens a day later.
Date: 2006-11-29 09:52 pm (UTC)From:Re: Text Message to Bishop, an IC comment that happens a day later.
Date: 2006-12-02 09:57 pm (UTC)From:And a couple minutes later, there's a Versquest link in her mail to a Nexus cafè!