She holds out her hands, keeping a little distance between them.
"Y'get t'touchin' me an' I'll lose my nerve. Again."
It's pathetic, really, just how much the quietest whisper of intimacy makes her weak. How desperate and lonely she's been, how sad, since she lost Doc. She promised herself that she wouldn't let her heart lead her head around again. She promised.
"'Sometimes' isn't good enough. I spent two years of my life holdin' onto 'sometimes'. I don't wanna do it again. I don't wanna fight an' argue, I don't wanna wonder what I've done t'make you reticent an' distant, I don't wanna worry 'bout the things you're not sayin', the things you're hidin', an' spend all my time waitin' for it t'get better. An' I don't wanna be used, neither. I don't wanna be convenient."
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She holds out her hands, keeping a little distance between them.
"Y'get t'touchin' me an' I'll lose my nerve. Again."
It's pathetic, really, just how much the quietest whisper of intimacy makes her weak. How desperate and lonely she's been, how sad, since she lost Doc. She promised herself that she wouldn't let her heart lead her head around again. She promised.
"'Sometimes' isn't good enough. I spent two years of my life holdin' onto 'sometimes'. I don't wanna do it again. I don't wanna fight an' argue, I don't wanna wonder what I've done t'make you reticent an' distant, I don't wanna worry 'bout the things you're not sayin', the things you're hidin', an' spend all my time waitin' for it t'get better. An' I don't wanna be used, neither. I don't wanna be convenient."