It was worth a shot. He has the sneaking suspicion she wouldn't tell him even if she knew what caused it; Faye likes to have her secrets and that's certainly her prerogative. She can do whatever she wants, whenever she wants, however she wants.
There's only one thing she can't do and that's toy with him; he won't stand for it.
"And I know: you're tougher than you look, right?" Still, he never said there was anything wrong with her or that she'd done anything out of the ordinary. Defensive, he reminds himself. It's all self-protection and he knows it.
Maybe some day she'll tell him what she's so afraid of. He has his guesses, but he'd never impose his perspective on her. The only way he'd do that is if she wanted him to, and he knows her well enough to know she'll never allow that to happen, so it's a moot point. But what would happen, he wonders, if he literally turned her world inside out? Would he lose her friendship? Gain so much more? There's only one way to find out.
"Do you... want to stay for a little while?" There are no offers to serenade her with a private concert today; that belongs to the other day for now. At least he thinks it should: he's not really sure.
He's so out of practice. They say that once people learn certain things -- riding a bike, for instance -- they never forget how; it can be years and years and the moment you get back on a bicycle it's like you never stopped riding. Relationships have never been easy like that for him. He's not smooth; he gets invested in them too quickly, too easily; he's always been unlucky with them. What are the odds of this time being different?
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Date: 2007-07-02 07:31 am (UTC)It was worth a shot. He has the sneaking suspicion she wouldn't tell him even if she knew what caused it; Faye likes to have her secrets and that's certainly her prerogative. She can do whatever she wants, whenever she wants, however she wants.
There's only one thing she can't do and that's toy with him; he won't stand for it.
"And I know: you're tougher than you look, right?" Still, he never said there was anything wrong with her or that she'd done anything out of the ordinary. Defensive, he reminds himself. It's all self-protection and he knows it.
Maybe some day she'll tell him what she's so afraid of. He has his guesses, but he'd never impose his perspective on her. The only way he'd do that is if she wanted him to, and he knows her well enough to know she'll never allow that to happen, so it's a moot point. But what would happen, he wonders, if he literally turned her world inside out? Would he lose her friendship? Gain so much more? There's only one way to find out.
"Do you... want to stay for a little while?" There are no offers to serenade her with a private concert today; that belongs to the other day for now. At least he thinks it should: he's not really sure.
He's so out of practice. They say that once people learn certain things -- riding a bike, for instance -- they never forget how; it can be years and years and the moment you get back on a bicycle it's like you never stopped riding. Relationships have never been easy like that for him. He's not smooth; he gets invested in them too quickly, too easily; he's always been unlucky with them. What are the odds of this time being different?
Probably not very good.