[ this isn't about whether they're together or not, or whatever it is that they were; she's known since the moment he ended up in that cocoon skin that things were going to be different in one way or another whenever (and if) he came back.
he admits to wanting to forget, and though there's a clenching tightness in her chest, she knows she'd done the very same thing when she went back, trying to keep thoughts of this place, of dana, far in the back of her mind, like if imagining it to be a dream would protect her somehow.
now that it's reversed, all she can do is try to ease him through it, at the very least, as a friend. ]
You're still a stubborn asshole, you know that?
[ but her voice isn't harsh, simply sighing as she curls her fingers against his cheek. ]
If you still know who I am, then you know I'm not leaving you.
( there's not a lot he can say to that, is there? he could, he knows, push her away and force that distance between them but if she's as stubborn as he is, then while she might let that happen right now, he doesn't think she'd let it be permanent.
he takes a noisy, strained breath, trying not to flinch away from her despite how he hated not be able to see anything but that all too familiar darkness.
he sags a bit, shaking his head in a last ditch, weak attempt to give her an out. )
You're an asshole too.
( and she might be more stubborn than he is all things considered. he blinks a few times, still trying to trigger something in his eyes that would clear this up and let him see again. )
[ they were both their own brand of assholes, but in a way that's probably part of what made her like him in the first place; maybe it's what he liked about her. because despite that, there's still good in him, something still genuine that it makes it so damn hard to give up on him. ]
And you could try. [ to no real avail. because she's definitely as stubborn as him. ] But we both know how that's going to end up.
[ with her still here, probably. ]
Let me at least stay and help you until we figure this out. After that ... after that, you can make up your mind whether you still want me around or not.
( for a second, he considers actually taking up that challenge an trying to make her walk away. he knows he has it in him, the cruelty and anger and aggression but that dark thought never gets further than a brief run through his mind.
he exhales, rubbing at his eyes even if it does nothing that he knows of. it just feels like something he has to do, should do. it feels normal. )
Fine.
( even through his own fog of uncertainty and irritation, he can hear something in how she says those final words that he wants to question but he doesn't. not right now. he can't focus and he knows his mood isn't good for a talk like that.
so, he just...let's it be. )
You can stay.
( he nods slightly, lips still turned down in a frown. but it's agreement. )
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he admits to wanting to forget, and though there's a clenching tightness in her chest, she knows she'd done the very same thing when she went back, trying to keep thoughts of this place, of dana, far in the back of her mind, like if imagining it to be a dream would protect her somehow.
now that it's reversed, all she can do is try to ease him through it, at the very least, as a friend. ]
You're still a stubborn asshole, you know that?
[ but her voice isn't harsh, simply sighing as she curls her fingers against his cheek. ]
If you still know who I am, then you know I'm not leaving you.
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he takes a noisy, strained breath, trying not to flinch away from her despite how he hated not be able to see anything but that all too familiar darkness.
he sags a bit, shaking his head in a last ditch, weak attempt to give her an out. )
You're an asshole too.
( and she might be more stubborn than he is all things considered. he blinks a few times, still trying to trigger something in his eyes that would clear this up and let him see again. )
I could make you leave.
( but he doesn't. )
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[ they were both their own brand of assholes, but in a way that's probably part of what made her like him in the first place; maybe it's what he liked about her. because despite that, there's still good in him, something still genuine that it makes it so damn hard to give up on him. ]
And you could try. [ to no real avail. because she's definitely as stubborn as him. ] But we both know how that's going to end up.
[ with her still here, probably. ]
Let me at least stay and help you until we figure this out. After that ... after that, you can make up your mind whether you still want me around or not.
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he exhales, rubbing at his eyes even if it does nothing that he knows of. it just feels like something he has to do, should do. it feels normal. )
Fine.
( even through his own fog of uncertainty and irritation, he can hear something in how she says those final words that he wants to question but he doesn't. not right now. he can't focus and he knows his mood isn't good for a talk like that.
so, he just...let's it be. )
You can stay.
( he nods slightly, lips still turned down in a frown. but it's agreement. )