[ While Angelo is glad to be let go so he can stew in his own feelings uninterrupted, the fact that Hickey isn't putting up a fight leaves him uneasy. There's a split second where Angelo lingers without leaving, as if expecting something else to follow. Nothing does. ]
... goodnight.
[ He reiterates it without any warmth, but also with significantly less bite. He's frustrated, with Hickey and with himself for letting Hickey do this to him.
Even after he's climbed down the ladder and arrived at his berth, that frustration is pins and needles in his brain. Despite the physical exhaustion of the day's labor, he feels restless. Tozer's advance, Hickey's transgression... Angelo balls his fists, nails digging into his palm. There is no sanctuary on this ship. Even his own bed is a hard and filthy thing, incapable of calming him down. No amount of washing will get these sheets clean. His frustration can only mount and mount, unsoothed. ]
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... goodnight.
[ He reiterates it without any warmth, but also with significantly less bite. He's frustrated, with Hickey and with himself for letting Hickey do this to him.
Even after he's climbed down the ladder and arrived at his berth, that frustration is pins and needles in his brain. Despite the physical exhaustion of the day's labor, he feels restless. Tozer's advance, Hickey's transgression... Angelo balls his fists, nails digging into his palm. There is no sanctuary on this ship. Even his own bed is a hard and filthy thing, incapable of calming him down. No amount of washing will get these sheets clean. His frustration can only mount and mount, unsoothed. ]