[It really isn't fair. His hand on her back, comforting her as she twists herself into a knot trying to untangle what it is she feels for him and why it breaks her heart to feel it.]
It can be. In the wrong place and time.
[She doesn't fight the touch, nor the practicality of his words. It's somehow expected that he says as much. As if they could both sense the reluctance on one another's parts, the ties they have to matters beyond the scope of this game. Some part of her still mourns it. Was it really only wrong place, wrong time? Is she putting too much stock in just a little flutter of the heart, a couple extra kindnesses?
Maybe the most humiliating part of her journey on the Eudora was finding out that not only was she clueless about what love really was, but she had been so ready to leap into it at a moment's notice. No set standards and no pause for reflection. And it left her with a bruised heart and ego alike, wondering what it was she'd done wrong.
It wasn't anyone's fault. It was just a girl who'd spent her whole life being promised a grand romance, left to sputter in the real world. The dream she'd thought she let go of still had its tenterhooks in her. She's done better this time. Didn't fling herself at Vi those first two weeks. Didn't pull Strohl closer when he embraced her, fishing for something more than what he'd offered.
Still. She's got to grow up.]
You don't have to do anything. You're wonderful just as you are. And you've been more than helpful all this time, really. I owe so much to you. I don't think...I don't know that I would have been able to reconcile things without you. At least not half so quickly.
[But it's not just about her feelings.]
So you're returning to pursue someone else too? They're very lucky, whoever they are.
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It can be. In the wrong place and time.
[She doesn't fight the touch, nor the practicality of his words. It's somehow expected that he says as much. As if they could both sense the reluctance on one another's parts, the ties they have to matters beyond the scope of this game. Some part of her still mourns it. Was it really only wrong place, wrong time? Is she putting too much stock in just a little flutter of the heart, a couple extra kindnesses?
Maybe the most humiliating part of her journey on the Eudora was finding out that not only was she clueless about what love really was, but she had been so ready to leap into it at a moment's notice. No set standards and no pause for reflection. And it left her with a bruised heart and ego alike, wondering what it was she'd done wrong.
It wasn't anyone's fault. It was just a girl who'd spent her whole life being promised a grand romance, left to sputter in the real world. The dream she'd thought she let go of still had its tenterhooks in her. She's done better this time. Didn't fling herself at Vi those first two weeks. Didn't pull Strohl closer when he embraced her, fishing for something more than what he'd offered.
Still. She's got to grow up.]
You don't have to do anything. You're wonderful just as you are. And you've been more than helpful all this time, really. I owe so much to you. I don't think...I don't know that I would have been able to reconcile things without you. At least not half so quickly.
[But it's not just about her feelings.]
So you're returning to pursue someone else too? They're very lucky, whoever they are.