( 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 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. )