[ That's because there's no logical comeback. She's right on it and she knows that. Her phrasing, she realizes, might evoke something else and for the flash second that she considers that... she accepts that she would be fine with that assumption. Even if it turned into nothing or meant nothing to him, although she'd hope that perhaps it might bolster his ego or make him feel less as if he's undesired. She's not sure how to convey that she truly, genuinely means that there's no one else she'd rather be stuck here with. Looker was a close second, but even if she was forced with a decision she knows the answer.
It's the same answer it's always been.
Perhaps too intimate in gesture, at this point the Skitty is out of the bag and there's no turning back. If he can take anything away from her touch -- any of the way she touches him -- then she knows that she's succeeded.
The silence on both ends feels thick and invasive, more invasive than exchanging a conversation just in their minds. Like fear is manifesting and holding them down, choking back words. Maybe she's just projecting and it is only her? She doesn't know.
That he pulls away isn't disappointing; he still keeps contact of his own volition and somehow that is more reassuring and feels better in a way than anything else thus far. Even if it's exclusively for her sake, it's still something wonderful and new. Something she can't deny she's desired, even if she can feel a chill run through her and goosebumps start to raise. ]
Then I don't have anything to say because you understand that. [ The phrasing. Deserving better. Than what? What exactly was their relationship anymore? It was so convoluted. Not rocky, but still uncertain. The original definition blurred long ago and still remained illegible. ] Thank you.
[ For the compliments. For accepting how she feels. For being here, for... whatever this is. That he'd rather have her than anyone else. His own phrasing a match for hers and she's unsure how to progress. Naturally, she supposes?
No pushing, though she can feel the gloss over her eyes when she sadly shakes her head. ]
You're worth my time. You can act like a bit of a wretch, but you aren't. I wish I could do something so you wouldn't feel so... miserable. [ She clasps onto him, holding onto his arm as she leans in now, pressing her head to his heart. ] Even if you don't mean that, it's alright. I just want to be here, with you. So... if you don't mind, I'd like to stay here again. With you.
I KNOW I WANT MOIST EYES
It's the same answer it's always been.
Perhaps too intimate in gesture, at this point the Skitty is out of the bag and there's no turning back. If he can take anything away from her touch -- any of the way she touches him -- then she knows that she's succeeded.
The silence on both ends feels thick and invasive, more invasive than exchanging a conversation just in their minds. Like fear is manifesting and holding them down, choking back words. Maybe she's just projecting and it is only her? She doesn't know.
That he pulls away isn't disappointing; he still keeps contact of his own volition and somehow that is more reassuring and feels better in a way than anything else thus far. Even if it's exclusively for her sake, it's still something wonderful and new. Something she can't deny she's desired, even if she can feel a chill run through her and goosebumps start to raise. ]
Then I don't have anything to say because you understand that. [ The phrasing. Deserving better. Than what? What exactly was their relationship anymore? It was so convoluted. Not rocky, but still uncertain. The original definition blurred long ago and still remained illegible. ] Thank you.
[ For the compliments. For accepting how she feels. For being here, for... whatever this is. That he'd rather have her than anyone else. His own phrasing a match for hers and she's unsure how to progress. Naturally, she supposes?
No pushing, though she can feel the gloss over her eyes when she sadly shakes her head. ]
You're worth my time. You can act like a bit of a wretch, but you aren't. I wish I could do something so you wouldn't feel so... miserable. [ She clasps onto him, holding onto his arm as she leans in now, pressing her head to his heart. ] Even if you don't mean that, it's alright. I just want to be here, with you. So... if you don't mind, I'd like to stay here again. With you.