Well, good. I'd not think you would, but still. [ HUFF. his thoughts echo it, too: You deserve far better than that. ] Writing me a letter as if I needed to be reminded. Please.
[ aw... the thought gets him a little embarrassed, hand coming briefly to the back of his neck, but - there's a lopsided smile on his face as he ducks his head. ]
Hardly have to thank me as if it was a great struggle. [ he didn't do anything particularly special - but, he always downplays like this, and so, he nudges against her shoulder in a silent you're welcome. ] I told you all those weeks ago. I've a sense for good people. I stand by it.
Wrong place, maybe, right time. Right place now, insane and awful as so much of it was. Like hell I was going to let go of our second chance.
Well, I don't know about that. [ she's not sure if she's good people necessarily but. a beat, as she looks up around them at the hotel. and then, glancing at him again: ]
Hey, um. [ ... ] Love you.
[ like a brother, obviously, so strongly, strongly family that it feels like home. but she figures she might as well tell him. it comes easy. ]
[ he just kind of ignores when she says she's not good people because - she is. he's been saying that since they first met. it's n ever once, a single time, ever wavered.
the latter, though - there's a soft bloom to his emotions that match that, that deep, familial bond, and his eyes crinkle with his smile. it's sincere and honest, as strohl often is. ]
Love you too. [ teasingly: ] Sappy.
[ as if he's not said this like five times already because HE is a sappy baby but he figures she'll lean into making fun of him, and he wants her to be comfortable - though those warm, not quite relaxed but almost emotions settle into place. they haven't won yet. it's not over yet. but almost. almost, almost, almost. ]
[ he's said it a lot more than she has, and she figures - she needs to fix that. it used to be so easy to hold her hand out. she doesn't want to be distant and cold, she doesn't want to withdraw for fear of being bitten. he won't. and she knows he won't, more surely than anything else here, so she can put herself back on the tracks and try to open up again.
it's instinctive to elbow him in the side gently as justice for calling her sappy, but - maybe she meant to be sappy this time, so she doesn't argue it. maybe she can be more open than she used to be. maybe she can re-learn how to let herself have. ]
Yeah, yeah. [ but her emotions are safe and warm and cared for, and that's better than anything else in this whole stupid place. ]
... You know, that - dream thing. The daydream of your home getting rebuilt, the other day. I want to be part of that.
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VI I WAS THERE WHEN YOU ALL GOT THAT ACHIEVEMENT TO SHARE WITH THEM.
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[ :D ]
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she'll give him a break though. ]
I helped too, if it makes you feel better. Not by choice.
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[ a brief flare of protective emotion despite his SUFFERING ] Who did it?
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pause. she considers not telling him for his blood pressure but her thoughts betray her: probably shouldn't tell him it was wis'adel. ]
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EUGH ]
Wis'adel?!
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... Yeah. Right before we revived.
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[ he looks vaguely annoyed by this. ]
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Like you weren't doing both. [ ... ] I don't know, man. I've been pretty clear with how I feel about what she did.
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I don't think Wis'adel gives a damn about anyone else's feelings relating to her own actions, so I doubt she actually takes that into consideration.
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Probably not. [ a beat. ] I'm not into her, you know. I let her get away with it, but if she does it again I'm not going to just stand there.
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Well, good. I'd not think you would, but still. [ HUFF. his thoughts echo it, too: You deserve far better than that. ] Writing me a letter as if I needed to be reminded. Please.
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I'm surprised she did. [ ... ] Thanks. By the way. For sticking with me. Don't know if I ever said it.
[ not exactly sure if he even realizes how important it is. ]
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Hardly have to thank me as if it was a great struggle. [ he didn't do anything particularly special - but, he always downplays like this, and so, he nudges against her shoulder in a silent you're welcome. ] I told you all those weeks ago. I've a sense for good people. I stand by it.
Wrong place, maybe, right time. Right place now, insane and awful as so much of it was. Like hell I was going to let go of our second chance.
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Well, I don't know about that. [ she's not sure if she's good people necessarily but. a beat, as she looks up around them at the hotel. and then, glancing at him again: ]
Hey, um. [ ... ] Love you.
[ like a brother, obviously, so strongly, strongly family that it feels like home. but she figures she might as well tell him. it comes easy. ]
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the latter, though - there's a soft bloom to his emotions that match that, that deep, familial bond, and his eyes crinkle with his smile. it's sincere and honest, as strohl often is. ]
Love you too. [ teasingly: ] Sappy.
[ as if he's not said this like five times already because HE is a sappy baby but he figures she'll lean into making fun of him, and he wants her to be comfortable - though those warm, not quite relaxed but almost emotions settle into place. they haven't won yet. it's not over yet. but almost. almost, almost, almost. ]
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it's instinctive to elbow him in the side gently as justice for calling her sappy, but - maybe she meant to be sappy this time, so she doesn't argue it. maybe she can be more open than she used to be. maybe she can re-learn how to let herself have. ]
Yeah, yeah. [ but her emotions are safe and warm and cared for, and that's better than anything else in this whole stupid place. ]
... You know, that - dream thing. The daydream of your home getting rebuilt, the other day. I want to be part of that.