There's a saying about actions speaking louder than words and he's always believed that's true... some of the time. There are other times when words mean exactly what they're supposed to mean. He's known Faye a long time, like she's quick to point out, but that's not why he likes her. It only enhances what he feels for her since every time he's looked at her or talked to her or spent time with her he's had to acknowledge that little something welling up inside. Women aren't my style is self-defense, pure and simple, just like Faye's suit of armor becomes evident in her words, in the twist of her lips and the evasiveness of her eyes.
Right now he's going to go with her words: he'll take her admission at face value, mostly because he likes to think she's not going to lie to him. She has no reason to lie: this is equally risky for both of them. With that in mind he stands and joins her at the window, rests a hand gently on the back of her neck in that way hesitant not-quite-lovers have.
"Nothing comes with guarantees." He remembers Vicious's words: there is nothing to believe in; there is no need to believe. How wrong he was, and how sad. While he believes his own words -- that there are no guarantees -- he still can't help being hopeful. Through everything, he's remained an optimist. Even when life's kicked him and beat him and left him bloodied and bruised, naked and dying, he's still been optimistic. I want to go to Titan. He's always been attuned to the beauty in life; if he really is dead -- if he really did die before he got here -- then his last words were so beautiful.
Maybe that's what's set the stage for this next part of his... life, his journey, his set of experiences. Maybe that's why for him everything here is almost painfully lovely. The maybes don't matter now, though: gently, he turns Faye away from the window and toward him, and puts both arms around her and holds her.
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Date: 2007-07-06 01:49 am (UTC)Right now he's going to go with her words: he'll take her admission at face value, mostly because he likes to think she's not going to lie to him. She has no reason to lie: this is equally risky for both of them. With that in mind he stands and joins her at the window, rests a hand gently on the back of her neck in that way hesitant not-quite-lovers have.
"Nothing comes with guarantees." He remembers Vicious's words: there is nothing to believe in; there is no need to believe. How wrong he was, and how sad. While he believes his own words -- that there are no guarantees -- he still can't help being hopeful. Through everything, he's remained an optimist. Even when life's kicked him and beat him and left him bloodied and bruised, naked and dying, he's still been optimistic. I want to go to Titan. He's always been attuned to the beauty in life; if he really is dead -- if he really did die before he got here -- then his last words were so beautiful.
Maybe that's what's set the stage for this next part of his... life, his journey, his set of experiences. Maybe that's why for him everything here is almost painfully lovely. The maybes don't matter now, though: gently, he turns Faye away from the window and toward him, and puts both arms around her and holds her.
He just holds her.