[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)]
the weight that lifts is one she didn't even know she was carrying, because she already has lied to him, and permission— permission frees her. a little bit of unrelated tension falls from her shoulders.
whatever i just like being w/ u
registers second, and calms her down. all of her or not, he'll wait. he knows enough. ]
im okay
[ an acknowledgement of his offer (neither of them are okay) and a denial of it (but i'm not planning to)
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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
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if u want
i dont mind
the weight that lifts is one she didn't even know she was carrying, because she already has lied to him, and permission— permission frees her. a little bit of unrelated tension falls from her shoulders.
whatever
i just like
being w/ u
registers second, and calms her down. all of her or not, he'll wait. he knows enough. ]
im okay
[ an acknowledgement of his offer (neither of them are okay) and a denial of it (but i'm not planning to)
she's grateful ]
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its fine
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i think its different
[a few minutes pass, as he tries to make the sentiment come out correctly]
i lie 2 every1
all the time all day
do u ever get tired
of being honest ?
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i dont mind telling the truth
as long as its just u
its kind of a relief
sometimes
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okay
we can box our secrets together
truth and lies
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