Most people don't understand things that are different, isn't that right? Most people have an idea in their head of how the world looks and operates, and anything that doesn't line up with that is crazy. It's just like the poster on the wall.
[ His expression shifts to something that's halfway thoughtful and halfway annoyed with the relative closed-mindedness that some people have. He might have been one of those people at one point. ]
Part of me thinks I wouldn't have. That maybe even back then, I could tell that something was different, even if I didn't know what. The things that I thought were brain waves of inspiration could have been things from behind the poster trying to reach me.
[ His own smile grows a little wider as he sees the way she presses her lips together like she's trying not to laugh. Maybe the Dark Place hasn't taken everything from him. Maybe it's left the little things behind. ]
Yeah, I remember. The Motel. You. The suit. I think you'd look good in something not so... constricting. [ A loose t-shirt and jeans. Something casual. And with her hair down. ]
I think I'd like it however you decided to have it. But since you asked, I do like your hair like this.
[ His gaze is still turned downwards, but his tone is resolute, if not filled with a certain emotion. ]
I did what you told me because I wanted to give you something in return, even if it was just a promise. I did it because- because you're important. We're important. We should be together, even with everything going on. I want us to be together, I-
[ He pauses when he feels her step back into his personal space and her forehead comes to rest against his shoulder. ]
I did it because I care about you. I care about you so much that I couldn't stand the thought of- of losing you again. To Scratch or anything else. And- And I still feel that way. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to get hurt or killed.
But...
[ He pauses again. This realization has been a long time coming, and now that it's here, he's unsure how to explain it to her. How to make her understand.
And again, the thought of being an inadequate wordsmith in spite of his reputation arises. The words will come sooner or later; it's just a matter of saying them and not hesitating. ]
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[ His expression shifts to something that's halfway thoughtful and halfway annoyed with the relative closed-mindedness that some people have. He might have been one of those people at one point. ]
Part of me thinks I wouldn't have. That maybe even back then, I could tell that something was different, even if I didn't know what. The things that I thought were brain waves of inspiration could have been things from behind the poster trying to reach me.
[ His own smile grows a little wider as he sees the way she presses her lips together like she's trying not to laugh. Maybe the Dark Place hasn't taken everything from him. Maybe it's left the little things behind. ]
Yeah, I remember. The Motel. You. The suit. I think you'd look good in something not so... constricting. [ A loose t-shirt and jeans. Something casual. And with her hair down. ]
I think I'd like it however you decided to have it. But since you asked, I do like your hair like this.
[ His gaze is still turned downwards, but his tone is resolute, if not filled with a certain emotion. ]
I did what you told me because I wanted to give you something in return, even if it was just a promise. I did it because- because you're important. We're important. We should be together, even with everything going on. I want us to be together, I-
[ He pauses when he feels her step back into his personal space and her forehead comes to rest against his shoulder. ]
I did it because I care about you. I care about you so much that I couldn't stand the thought of- of losing you again. To Scratch or anything else. And- And I still feel that way. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to get hurt or killed.
But...
[ He pauses again. This realization has been a long time coming, and now that it's here, he's unsure how to explain it to her. How to make her understand.
And again, the thought of being an inadequate wordsmith in spite of his reputation arises. The words will come sooner or later; it's just a matter of saying them and not hesitating. ]