[She stays quiet, nonreactive to the firmness of his statement. Perhaps because it just sounds a little too empty within the context of their conversation. But... she doesn't quite believe it. If he didn't understand his feelings, then what made that statement any different?
She doesn't give him a nod or shake, a yes or no. She just looks up at him, her eyes heavy and glassy and extremely difficult to read.]
It's not something for me. I... I would prefer you take the time you need to sort it out, rather than someone else's emotions cloud your judgement.
...
Please... Don't rush an answer just because I chose a poor time to make a... a silly mistake. I... I trust you. I know you can consider all possibilities, even if they are the hard ones. So I would rather you do that. Whether I can hear it or not... that isn't important.
I just want to believe you can find it someday.
...
[She lets out an exhale, pressing the back of one hand against her eyes for a moment. The chance that this could be their last conversation makes her want to vomit up every part of her, machine or otherwise. But he had more important things in life than a robot with a crush. Much, much more important things.]
I... think I've taken enough of your time. I need to speak to Brilith, regardless.
You really should eat something, okay? I'll leave you to it.
[And just like that, she's headed towards the kitchen entryway.]
[out of everything she's said so far, it's a silly mistake that hurts the most. like someone gripped his heart and twisted, squeezing it tightly enough to stop it's rhythmic beating. for a moment, his heart does stop, breath catching in his throat]
[and for the first time, she'll see a flicker of pain, of hurt, in his expression. but what else can he do. . .? what else can he say? is it a matter of her just not believing him, or. . .]
[. . .]
Lu--
[he wants to stop her again, but perhaps. . . she needs some time alone to sort out how she feels. and perhaps all he says now is just making things worse]
[. . .]
[maybe he. . . really does need some time to figure out his own answer. . . to figure out a way to give it to her so that she believes him]
. . . okay.
[he lifts a hand, scrubbing a bit as his features]
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She doesn't give him a nod or shake, a yes or no. She just looks up at him, her eyes heavy and glassy and extremely difficult to read.]
It's not something for me. I... I would prefer you take the time you need to sort it out, rather than someone else's emotions cloud your judgement.
...
Please... Don't rush an answer just because I chose a poor time to make a... a silly mistake. I... I trust you. I know you can consider all possibilities, even if they are the hard ones. So I would rather you do that. Whether I can hear it or not... that isn't important.
I just want to believe you can find it someday.
...
[She lets out an exhale, pressing the back of one hand against her eyes for a moment. The chance that this could be their last conversation makes her want to vomit up every part of her, machine or otherwise. But he had more important things in life than a robot with a crush. Much, much more important things.]
I... think I've taken enough of your time. I need to speak to Brilith, regardless.
You really should eat something, okay? I'll leave you to it.
[And just like that, she's headed towards the kitchen entryway.]
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[and for the first time, she'll see a flicker of pain, of hurt, in his expression. but what else can he do. . .? what else can he say? is it a matter of her just not believing him, or. . .]
[. . .]
Lu--
[he wants to stop her again, but perhaps. . . she needs some time alone to sort out how she feels. and perhaps all he says now is just making things worse]
[. . .]
[maybe he. . . really does need some time to figure out his own answer. . . to figure out a way to give it to her so that she believes him]
. . . okay.
[he lifts a hand, scrubbing a bit as his features]
O-- okay.