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[For a moment, Alex just blinked. Pain flashed on her face, because that was the downside of having such an expressive girlfriend. It was great when you were teasing her, but when she was hurting, it was evident. And this was a hurt like she'd not had from him before, at least not in a long time. The last time he'd hurt her this badly, he hadn't needed to see it, hadn't needed to watch her face just crumple, hadn't needed to watch her eyes lower in defeat, and he hadn't needed to watch her posture get smaller.

Even when she was worried about the two of them breaking up over the post on the network, Alex hadn't looked like this. She can't even look at him right now, not with the way that those words felt as if he'd slapped her. More than that, he doesn't even need to say that 'maybe'. It's there written in everything about him, and she didn't say anything as she just wrapped her arms around her chest and stepped out of his way.

He wanted to go, and it was clear that she couldn't make him stay. More than that, she knew Richard, and she knew how he could be when he was hurt and angry, how his bite could cut and sear and Alex's armor wasn't up to it anymore if it ever had been. She didn't know how to do that, not when he was doing this.]

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[Logically, he knew that he wasn't being fair, that this had been before he'd arrived, that she had a right to a life outside of this and a right to move on from this whenever she wanted to. That logic didn't reach his heart though, and the feeling that it was being crushed by just how she had gone about it. Banter and everything that had always been them, just thrown out to this John person.

He tries not to watch as she crumbled. He knew this was entirely him, that once, maybe he would have been able to explain himself, to explain how the whole thing felt like a betrayal even if he knew it wasn't, but he knew that the person he was now would just shoot barbs like the one he just had if he stayed. Richard was a man who used his words as weapons, it wasn't something you could stop just because you were upsetting someone.

His fingers clenched and unclenched, part of him wanting to reach out, knowing that this wasn't her fault, but his heart still couldn't do it. Not now. He needed to decompress, to compartmentalize what she'd done and to reason out why it wasn't as horrible as he felt like it was.

Instead, he just continued walking, leaving the house. He'd find his own solace alone in his office. He'd think things through and force his heart to stop feeling as if she'd taken a dagger to it with her actions. Actions he knew shouldn't be bothering him, but did. She, would seek comfort in some of her many friends. Simon and Stan maybe (maybe even John came a bitter voice in the back of his head. A voice he chose very strongly to ignore.) Eventually, he would be back, or she'd walk into his office, but he would probably be back. He wasn't planning on being gone for any length of time. He wasn't packing suits or making arrangements to disappear. He was just, removing himself from the equation for a while.]