[she's apologising for what he doesn't know, he assumes; that's fine, even for the kid brother of a journalist. it's just fine (every time he'd learned something about someone on the street, he'd regretted it)]
[but it's different with her, and it's not that he doesn't he want to know her (where those bruises on her neck came from, where the bruises on her smile came from). it's, somehow and bizarrely, nothing to do with prying; she'll tell him when she's ready to face it head on. or never at all, and either is just fucking fine]
whatever i just like being w/ u
[it's the barest of bones, it's clumsy and stupid, and it's not what Dave would have said; still, it's what he has (all he has) to tell her he cares. cares more than he ever expected to, more than he has before for someone without red hair and a cocky hell or high water grin (it had ended up being hell; the drowning is taking a long time)]
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[but it's different with her, and it's not that he doesn't he want to know her (where those bruises on her neck came from, where the bruises on her smile came from). it's, somehow and bizarrely, nothing to do with prying; she'll tell him when she's ready to face it head on. or never at all, and either is just fucking fine]
whatever
i just like
being w/ u
[it's the barest of bones, it's clumsy and stupid, and it's not what Dave would have said; still, it's what he has (all he has) to tell her he cares. cares more than he ever expected to, more than he has before for someone without red hair and a cocky hell or high water grin (it had ended up being hell; the drowning is taking a long time)]
u can lie 2 me
if u want
i dont mind