[ NOOOOOO KEEP HER COMPANY but also no... don't keep her company. she doesn't know. she hates it when she doesn't know things. this is completely uncharted territory for her, and for once she wishes that heathcliff is here to needle out advice from the guy. surely the man from wuthering heights himself would have some completely fine advice??????
at the mention of rodya, she immediately shakes her head. ]
It's fine. You don't have to. I-- [ she lets out another long sigh. ] I'm sorry. For ruining the fun. I'll make it up to you very soon.
[ she has to. because she feels completely bad after all that, though to be absolutely fair he did actually come here to traumadump first thing. idk what he expected. ]
[ She's really out here apologizing when he was the one to traumadump on her in the first place.
And boy does that not sit right with him. There are a lot of things he could potentially accept an apology for but this ain't it, chief. Instead of leaving, he crouches down in front of her, crinkling plastic and clinking bottle noises filling the air. ]
There's nothing to make up for or apologize for, Ishmael. I should have learned my lesson from last time, if anything. [ To pace her better. They really are going to be forced into drinking only tea after this. ] Just focus on feeling better.
[ And then they can figure out everything afterwards. ]
[ he's so sweet. why does he have to be so nice. if he had even one mean bone in his body, she could've probably dealt with this a lot better. but it's because of his niceness that she's reduced to a complete mess - something that she'd never anticipated since coming to this place. especially now that he chooses to be friendly and amicable after everything he'd been through?
he's so strong for that. she wishes she could do that, too.
she locks her tired eyes with his, before giving him a slow, wordless nod. she'll think rationally about this tomorrow morning, totally. she'll do her best to be normal about it from now on, yes.
[ Because the alternative is being a thoughtless, selfish bastard and he would really prefer not to have a single similarity with the miserable people that raised him.
Anyway he is not convinced that she is going to be okay but he is going to (again) trust that she will be an adult and call someone for help if she starts feeling worse. There's a strange urge to....he doesn't fucking know, hold her hand for a brief moment or touch her face but he pushes those intrusive thoughts aside and gets up to leave instead.
At least they will both be normal later in the week for their underwater Fontaine date. ]
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at the mention of rodya, she immediately shakes her head. ]
It's fine. You don't have to. I-- [ she lets out another long sigh. ] I'm sorry. For ruining the fun. I'll make it up to you very soon.
[ she has to. because she feels completely bad after all that, though to be absolutely fair he did actually come here to traumadump first thing. idk what he expected. ]
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And boy does that not sit right with him. There are a lot of things he could potentially accept an apology for but this ain't it, chief. Instead of leaving, he crouches down in front of her, crinkling plastic and clinking bottle noises filling the air. ]
There's nothing to make up for or apologize for, Ishmael. I should have learned my lesson from last time, if anything. [ To pace her better. They really are going to be forced into drinking only tea after this. ] Just focus on feeling better.
[ And then they can figure out everything afterwards. ]
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he's so strong for that. she wishes she could do that, too.
she locks her tired eyes with his, before giving him a slow, wordless nod. she'll think rationally about this tomorrow morning, totally. she'll do her best to be normal about it from now on, yes.
(narrator: she failed step one.) ]
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Anyway he is not convinced that she is going to be okay but he is going to (again) trust that she will be an adult and call someone for help if she starts feeling worse. There's a strange urge to....he doesn't fucking know, hold her hand for a brief moment or touch her face but he pushes those intrusive thoughts aside and gets up to leave instead.
At least they will both be normal later in the week for their underwater Fontaine date. ]