[His expression softens further, and he pulls Aranea into an embrace of his own. She's brilliant in his eyes, like a star, like the moon in the night sky, silver and ephemeral and ever-changing. Yet somehow always there.]
I'll do everything I can to live. Not knowing what future awaits me is terrible and vexing, but knowing that this, however long it lasts, is another chance for me to correct all my many mistakes makes me feel like it's worth attempting something completely different.
[He hasn't told her what he is. What he's done. But he senses that from the gravity of this, she must know that he's done many things he isn't proud of, and things that would have seen him meet an untimely end by his own will.]
[ She can't refute it now, can she? She was worried, and she still is. The things he's learned is a lot to process, and the development he's undergone in here is just as heavy a situation to bear on his shoulders. ]
Don't be an idiot. Are you that sorry that I care for you? [ She'll hit you if you say yes to that, Albert, so don't you dare. ] Bury yourself in your troubles all you like, if that's how you really wanna cope with it -- I'm just here to point out that there's no harm in sharing them with others, too. You're only human.
[ She pulls back a little, a hand lingering on his face, brushing stray hair away from his eyes. Handsome even in his distress, yet so much more vibrant than the first time she's ever met him.
Her eyes linger on his for a couple of seconds, before she pulls back completely, leaving only her hand on his, squeezing gently. ]
Come on. Finish the food I made for you at least. [ She teases. ] Then I can let you go, I guess.
[He knows he's defeated, just a bit, and that he ought to not try to explain. The food is good, made wonderful by the sentiment. He can't say that he's ever in his life had someone care so directly about his idiotic death wish.]
I'd like to stay for a while, if I could.
[Stay. Lay down with his head on her shoulder, or on her lap. Feel connected and valued for who he is and not reviled for the things he's let pass through his mind. Or perhaps he'll just sleep while she goes about her day, a useless husk that needs to recharge and reevaluate.]
You're so good for me. It might help more than you know.
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I'll do everything I can to live. Not knowing what future awaits me is terrible and vexing, but knowing that this, however long it lasts, is another chance for me to correct all my many mistakes makes me feel like it's worth attempting something completely different.
[He hasn't told her what he is. What he's done. But he senses that from the gravity of this, she must know that he's done many things he isn't proud of, and things that would have seen him meet an untimely end by his own will.]
I am... so very sorry I worried you.
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Don't be an idiot. Are you that sorry that I care for you? [ She'll hit you if you say yes to that, Albert, so don't you dare. ] Bury yourself in your troubles all you like, if that's how you really wanna cope with it -- I'm just here to point out that there's no harm in sharing them with others, too. You're only human.
[ She pulls back a little, a hand lingering on his face, brushing stray hair away from his eyes. Handsome even in his distress, yet so much more vibrant than the first time she's ever met him.
Her eyes linger on his for a couple of seconds, before she pulls back completely, leaving only her hand on his, squeezing gently. ]
Come on. Finish the food I made for you at least. [ She teases. ] Then I can let you go, I guess.
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[He knows he's defeated, just a bit, and that he ought to not try to explain. The food is good, made wonderful by the sentiment. He can't say that he's ever in his life had someone care so directly about his idiotic death wish.]
I'd like to stay for a while, if I could.
[Stay. Lay down with his head on her shoulder, or on her lap. Feel connected and valued for who he is and not reviled for the things he's let pass through his mind. Or perhaps he'll just sleep while she goes about her day, a useless husk that needs to recharge and reevaluate.]
You're so good for me. It might help more than you know.
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[ What a silly man, to say words like 'if I could', as if she would've said anything else. ]
For as long as you need to.