The sheer scope of the offer is overwhelming, and he visibly falters beneath the sudden deluge of choice. Ask Rogers anything? Where would a person even begin, when anything is literally the sum total of what they don't know? For a handful of seconds it's all simply too much, and he fights first against the impulse to lash out, and then to flee.
"I've been following you because you're the only person still alive who knew—" His voice abruptly halts, teeth grinding hard against the name to keep it passing his lips. Even now, he isn't certain why it's so difficult to verbally acknowledge the person he used to be, but the reaction is instinctive and visceral—His body won't allow him to say the name.
"You're the only person with any real answers," he says when his throat finally relents, his lips pursing in frustration. He still doesn't know what to ask, and he hates that, hates the vulnerability innate to each time he so much as looks at Rogers. He swallows it down, his gaze darting briefly aside, shaken.
"I don't know what to ask," he quietly admits, brow knitting.
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Date: 2014-06-22 05:17 am (UTC)"I've been following you because you're the only person still alive who knew—" His voice abruptly halts, teeth grinding hard against the name to keep it passing his lips. Even now, he isn't certain why it's so difficult to verbally acknowledge the person he used to be, but the reaction is instinctive and visceral—His body won't allow him to say the name.
"You're the only person with any real answers," he says when his throat finally relents, his lips pursing in frustration. He still doesn't know what to ask, and he hates that, hates the vulnerability innate to each time he so much as looks at Rogers. He swallows it down, his gaze darting briefly aside, shaken.
"I don't know what to ask," he quietly admits, brow knitting.