Again, a tiny laugh escapes: Faye's always been really good at keeping him guessing as to what she'd do or when she'd do it. Even on Callisto, when he wasn't sure what he was doing at first -- maybe she reminded him a little of Julia, being only the second woman he'd seen in Blue Crow his whole three years there, even though she and Julia were really different -- she kept him wondering. How did she know Vicious, what did he mean to her, how were they involved, what was going on, and then there's the one question he's never put to her: why did she try to shoot him?
This hardly seems like the right moment to get into that, though. He can ask her some other time: if there's one thing he knows about Faye, it's that she has her reasons. Sometimes he thinks they're probably a little skewed, but everyone's entitled to that.
If they were back on Callisto now he'd offer her a drink. Maybe she could use one; he's not sure. But they're not on Callisto. They're here, and there are only so many places they can go. He's not even sure he wants to move right now. Leaning back, he gives her a little smile.
"First for everything. I guess you could say that." His heart's racing -- or at least the equivalent of racing: beating harder than it has since he found himself here -- but he doesn't let that show. There's a subtle art to relationships and involvement and he wonders: does this one kiss signal more to follow? How much more? When? Where?
All he's said he wants for the longest time -- revenge against and answers from Vicious aside -- is to be loved. He wants to be loved for who he is inside, not for what he looks like outside. Tonight, Faye's given him the tiniest taste of that and like the addict he is, he wants his next fix and he wants it now.
At least he has the good sense for now not to push her into anything. She'll let him know when she's ready for more. All he has to do is get better at reading the signals.
"Do you want anything?" It's a good, open-ended question; he lets it stand.
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Date: 2007-07-04 09:38 pm (UTC)This hardly seems like the right moment to get into that, though. He can ask her some other time: if there's one thing he knows about Faye, it's that she has her reasons. Sometimes he thinks they're probably a little skewed, but everyone's entitled to that.
If they were back on Callisto now he'd offer her a drink. Maybe she could use one; he's not sure. But they're not on Callisto. They're here, and there are only so many places they can go. He's not even sure he wants to move right now. Leaning back, he gives her a little smile.
"First for everything. I guess you could say that." His heart's racing -- or at least the equivalent of racing: beating harder than it has since he found himself here -- but he doesn't let that show. There's a subtle art to relationships and involvement and he wonders: does this one kiss signal more to follow? How much more? When? Where?
All he's said he wants for the longest time -- revenge against and answers from Vicious aside -- is to be loved. He wants to be loved for who he is inside, not for what he looks like outside. Tonight, Faye's given him the tiniest taste of that and like the addict he is, he wants his next fix and he wants it now.
At least he has the good sense for now not to push her into anything. She'll let him know when she's ready for more. All he has to do is get better at reading the signals.
"Do you want anything?" It's a good, open-ended question; he lets it stand.