Likes the sound of that. He does, and he's listening, listening so very hard his heart hurts. Wouldn't it be nice, if that were true? Wouldn't it be nice, if really he didn't disappoint her at all, if really she's immune to his disappointing and if really she...
Is he something to be proud of? Sometimes, maybe? When she says it, he could believe it.
There's a warmth slowly drifting through his chest, drawing him back and away from the sinking he knows so well. But there's also a hesitation. But there's also still a question. Because she means it, she sounds as if she means it and he trusts her, wants to trust her, but what if also... What if something's been, say, lost or misheard or? Because this isn't what happens. This isn't ever what happens with him.
A reminder: She's different.
But also he's hopeless, isn't that right? So much evidence stacked up against him, and what if she's just being a very nice a very good wife only, only, she wouldn't lie to him! and it's a rule, isn't it, she said it's a rule and why would she make up things about a rule?
The conclusions don't. The conclusions don't amount to much and he's can't really hold them? It's too much. There's too much here to sort through, he only knows that instinct says he's fucked up and he did, he did, there was something he did that— ]
Hey, but I.
You can't kid me, kid. You were...
I don't want to make you cry. Don't want to be a reason for your sad.
[ He's looking at her now, eyes wide and insistent, because doesn't she see of course she has to. He wants to believe her. But it's a lot to take in. And isn't he a lot, a lot, a lot to take on? ]
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Likes the sound of that. He does, and he's listening, listening so very hard his heart hurts. Wouldn't it be nice, if that were true? Wouldn't it be nice, if really he didn't disappoint her at all, if really she's immune to his disappointing and if really she...
Is he something to be proud of? Sometimes, maybe? When she says it, he could believe it.
There's a warmth slowly drifting through his chest, drawing him back and away from the sinking he knows so well. But there's also a hesitation. But there's also still a question. Because she means it, she sounds as if she means it and he trusts her, wants to trust her, but what if also... What if something's been, say, lost or misheard or? Because this isn't what happens. This isn't ever what happens with him.
A reminder: She's different.
But also he's hopeless, isn't that right? So much evidence stacked up against him, and what if she's just being a very nice a very good wife only, only, she wouldn't lie to him! and it's a rule, isn't it, she said it's a rule and why would she make up things about a rule?
The conclusions don't. The conclusions don't amount to much and he's can't really hold them? It's too much. There's too much here to sort through, he only knows that instinct says he's fucked up and he did, he did, there was something he did that— ]
Hey, but I.
You can't kid me, kid. You were...
I don't want to make you cry. Don't want to be a reason for your sad.
[ He's looking at her now, eyes wide and insistent, because doesn't she see of course she has to. He wants to believe her. But it's a lot to take in. And isn't he a lot, a lot, a lot to take on? ]