[ she'd left him back then because she'd thought he wanted her gone. she'd stayed away because stick had kept insisting she go back, try again, and that had been one mission she hadn't wanted to succeed in. and even after he'd sent her again, even when he'd made his boundaries clear to her, she'd respected them, because she hadn't wanted to push him into anything he didn't really feel. and it wasn't until that night on the roof, when he'd suggested he run with her wherever she went, that she'd thought he might feel it again, in spite of all he'd learned and all he already knew.
he doesn't remember any of that. she'd told him everything, but that's not the same thing as experiencing it and knowing it. so she had been trying not to expect anything, trying to quell her initial instincts to push it, just glad for the fact that he was willing to have her in her life after how he'd remembered her leaving it. she looks down as he talks, her hands twisted in her lap, and when she looks back up her eyes are full, her voice small and raw. ]
You weren't wrong the last time. [ that part is spoken softly, and she swallows before talking again, willing out the breaking. ] And I didn't think it was fair to hold you to something you couldn't remember.
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he doesn't remember any of that. she'd told him everything, but that's not the same thing as experiencing it and knowing it. so she had been trying not to expect anything, trying to quell her initial instincts to push it, just glad for the fact that he was willing to have her in her life after how he'd remembered her leaving it. she looks down as he talks, her hands twisted in her lap, and when she looks back up her eyes are full, her voice small and raw. ]
You weren't wrong the last time. [ that part is spoken softly, and she swallows before talking again, willing out the breaking. ] And I didn't think it was fair to hold you to something you couldn't remember.