[ Not for the first time, not for the fiftieth time, she wishes he'd want better for himself. And also envies, a little, that he doesn't care how people see him. Her contradicting feelings about everything are world class migraine material. ]
Do you only do this to make me happy? [ She gestures vaguely around them to the mussed bed, the pile of discarded clothes, his bite marks. Being here with her at all. ] I know there's that piece of it, but -- do you get anything out of it?
[ She keeps patching him up and waits for an answer that will inevitably make her feel like she swallowed a brick and, also inevitably, strengthen her resolve to refuse to give up on him even so. ]
Re: 472, post-fanmail
Do you only do this to make me happy? [ She gestures vaguely around them to the mussed bed, the pile of discarded clothes, his bite marks. Being here with her at all. ] I know there's that piece of it, but -- do you get anything out of it?
[ She keeps patching him up and waits for an answer that will inevitably make her feel like she swallowed a brick and, also inevitably, strengthen her resolve to refuse to give up on him even so. ]