David knew he should say something to the pathologist, maybe thank him or reassure him that he didn't hold it against him, but he couldn't.
He couldn't even quite bring himself to look up.
David didn't know what he'd find in the other man's gaze, but he imagined with was something like pity, or sorrow, or sympathy, and none of those things he wanted to see.
Talking about it made it real, somehow, summoned it from the darkness where it lurked. He could not think about it for a while, and it would recede, almost like it wasn't true. But he supposed that was just a way to lie to himself.
"I'd rather know," he said, roughly.
He was silent for a few seconds, then shrugged with an almost violent motion of his shoulders.
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Date: 2007-10-28 08:09 am (UTC)He couldn't even quite bring himself to look up.
David didn't know what he'd find in the other man's gaze, but he imagined with was something like pity, or sorrow, or sympathy, and none of those things he wanted to see.
Talking about it made it real, somehow, summoned it from the darkness where it lurked. He could not think about it for a while, and it would recede, almost like it wasn't true. But he supposed that was just a way to lie to himself.
"I'd rather know," he said, roughly.
He was silent for a few seconds, then shrugged with an almost violent motion of his shoulders.