[ He feels her green eyes almost pierce him when they snap to meet his gray ones. He doesn't let himself look away, though; he knows what he said, and he knows what her reaction is going to be, but somehow... this feels important. Not because he wants to hurt her; he's never wanted to do that, even though he knows he has in the past. ]
No, I don't think that. I've never thought that, but that's what the Dark Place does. You're there alone in the dark and it creeps up on you before you've even noticed it, and you start thinking all kinds of thoughts. Dark thoughts, the worst thoughts you've ever had. And then... And then you start to question what you know.
[ And that seems to be what he's having trouble shaking off. The lack of sleep and the inability to eat are the big ones, but he also can't stop himself from questioning things. Doubting his own knowledge. ]
It's not how I want to be. I wanted to come home, I wanted to be with you. I knew you wanted me home too.
[ The Dark Presence can jump off a bridge. ]
She must be great if she's your best friend. It'll be good to meet her properly. I'm betting I didn't make a good impression when she met me the first time.
[ His fingers curl lightly against her hand, hoping to reassure her while also apologizing for what he said earlier. One day, maybe he'll stop hurting her with his words. ]
A chef, huh? [ His lips curl up into a half-grin. ] I'm not that; I'm just someone trying to make a nice breakfast for his... His girlfriend. [ It's the first time he's put a word to their relationship, but it sounds nice to him. It sounds more than nice; he wonders if she'll feel the same way.
He looks at the fork filled with pancakes, and then he looks back at her for just a second. This feels like something couples do, and he knows he wants to be a couple with Jesse. ]
Okay.
[ He takes a bite of the pancakes, and his eyes widen in surprise. Dry or not, it's one of the best things he's tasted in a long time. ]
It tastes fine to me, but that probably doesn't mean a whole lot.
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No, I don't think that. I've never thought that, but that's what the Dark Place does. You're there alone in the dark and it creeps up on you before you've even noticed it, and you start thinking all kinds of thoughts. Dark thoughts, the worst thoughts you've ever had. And then... And then you start to question what you know.
[ And that seems to be what he's having trouble shaking off. The lack of sleep and the inability to eat are the big ones, but he also can't stop himself from questioning things. Doubting his own knowledge. ]
It's not how I want to be. I wanted to come home, I wanted to be with you. I knew you wanted me home too.
[ The Dark Presence can jump off a bridge. ]
She must be great if she's your best friend. It'll be good to meet her properly. I'm betting I didn't make a good impression when she met me the first time.
[ His fingers curl lightly against her hand, hoping to reassure her while also apologizing for what he said earlier. One day, maybe he'll stop hurting her with his words. ]
A chef, huh? [ His lips curl up into a half-grin. ] I'm not that; I'm just someone trying to make a nice breakfast for his... His girlfriend. [ It's the first time he's put a word to their relationship, but it sounds nice to him. It sounds more than nice; he wonders if she'll feel the same way.
He looks at the fork filled with pancakes, and then he looks back at her for just a second. This feels like something couples do, and he knows he wants to be a couple with Jesse. ]
Okay.
[ He takes a bite of the pancakes, and his eyes widen in surprise. Dry or not, it's one of the best things he's tasted in a long time. ]
It tastes fine to me, but that probably doesn't mean a whole lot.