I just thought it might be embarrassing. I kind of...
Mn, nevermind. If you're fine with it, then okay. [ Proceeding to dab some disinfectant on his wrist, gently so it won't sting much (not that he'll probably care). ]
[ She pauses for a second, not missing the irony that she wants to start fiercely defending him to himself, and realizing how futile that is. ]
Whatever you might think of yourself, I like you anyway. But to be clear, I don't settle. I'm here because I want to be. [ She says it gently, not a hint of defiance despite the piece of her that is very much indignant at the unintended implication. ]
[ Wrist bandage achieved, and now moving onto the next set of bites. She probably needs to work on her restraint, however good his reaction is. ]
Do you really want me to see you that way? [ A moot point perhaps because she isn't going to, but she's curious about his reasons for trying to convince her if he thought he had a shot at it. She never has figured out her own. ]
[ 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. ]
That's a relief. [ at least she can be sure he isn't trying to spare her feelings, since he never has ] I'm a lot of unflattering things, but not quite selfish enough to be okay with you not enjoying it.
[ Cleaning and bandaging the punctures, then. And feeling not just some kind of way about the fact that she put them there, but all the kinds of ways. ]
I can call Venti to come fix you up if you want. [ Venti might (will assuredly) make fun of Aliza later, but not in a judgey way. ]
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Not really. Why?
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Mn, nevermind. If you're fine with it, then okay. [ Proceeding to dab some disinfectant on his wrist, gently so it won't sting much (not that he'll probably care). ]
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If I got embarrassed about such things, I'd be living in eternal shame.
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Whatever you might think of yourself, I like you anyway. But to be clear, I don't settle. I'm here because I want to be. [ She says it gently, not a hint of defiance despite the piece of her that is very much indignant at the unintended implication. ]
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[That's enough for him, apparently.]
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Somehow I always expect you to argue more. Probably because in the same scenario, that's what I do.
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-- But if you're going to try and convince me that you're pathetic, you're probably right that it won't work. I meant in general.
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Do you really want me to see you that way? [ A moot point perhaps because she isn't going to, but she's curious about his reasons for trying to convince her if he thought he had a shot at it. She never has figured out her own. ]
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I suppose I don't really care either way. Whether or not you believe I'm pathetic, I'd still behave the same as now.
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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. ]
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[No hesitation there at least.]
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Look up, I'll work on your neck. I really did a number on you this time.
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I can call Venti to come fix you up if you want. [ Venti might (will assuredly) make fun of Aliza later, but not in a judgey way. ]
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But he just smiles as gently as ever.]
I'll be alright.
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