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Aug 24, 2008 20:58:22 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 24, 2008 20:58:22 GMT -5
...What?
If he didn't stop this she was going to have palpitations. "You...do? But...Vince..." She was going to be needy. After a while she'd probably get used to it, but still. There were so, so many things that were going to be awkward, possibly painful.
"Are you sure?"
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Aug 24, 2008 21:16:41 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 24, 2008 21:16:41 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes. If she didn't stop questioning him, he was going to end up changing his mind. "I will admit I won't enjoy... all of it," he said stiffly. He found her eyes and softened. "But I don't want you to leave."
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Aug 24, 2008 21:36:05 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 24, 2008 21:36:05 GMT -5
What more did she need? The last thing she wanted was to leave, and Vince wasn't keen on the idea either. "I'll stay." She said, trying not to sound too happy. It wasn't going to be easy, especially with Vince, but she was content to stay. They'd get through it.
She had a lot of questions, but knowing Vince she might freak him out if she asked them all, so she remained silent figuring they'd deal with obstacles as they came about.
"Thank you, Vince. For letting me. I'm sorry I'm going to be such a burden." Just thinking about it again made her want to scream.
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Aug 24, 2008 22:17:53 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 24, 2008 22:17:53 GMT -5
He smothered a snort, and gave her a caustic grin. "You're always a burden," he replied. "It won't be so different."
He also tried not to appear to relieved that she'd decided to stay, lest he come off as desperate, but the truth was, he was desperate. Or had been, anyway.
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Aug 24, 2008 22:33:21 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 24, 2008 22:33:21 GMT -5
Mary rolled her eyes, but smiled. Here was the Vince she knew. But although the corner of her mouth tilted and she really, really did want to stay, even she was forced to bring up the near impossibility of them doing this.
"How are we going to manage Vince?" No. Mortals managed this, living on their own. So could she. She just needed some help, because she didn't really want to get used to the lifestyle of a cripple. What frightened her most was not using her legs for six months. She was going to have to learn how to walk again after this was all over. "I'm going to be okay, right?" She asked, not being able to help the tremor of fear.
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Aug 24, 2008 22:44:42 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 24, 2008 22:44:42 GMT -5
Like he knew. He was used to living with his own pain, but he was not used to playing buffer willingly for someone else's.
"You'll be okay," he replied softly. Without thinking, he brushed his knuckles over her blood colored hair. He pulled back self consciously. "I promise..."
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