PC: HARROW

[headmt]

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[bonetiddies]

[Well, he understood what she was saying, at least. She sighs, leans back, looks at the stars.]

The Harrowhark who wrote that letter couldn't possibly understand the person I am now, any more than I can understand her. I suppose I ought to understand the stakes. I suppose it's right to.

. . . But you really are going to have a bad Monday, Molly. I know that sounds ominous, but it's unfortunately true. I don't want to be. . . unavailable, even if there's little I could do.

[headmt]

Sometimes there's just no understanding your other, past selves. [mollymauk and his Past Self would fucking fight each other to death in a 7-11 parking lot, so.] But you're a different person. You've got to consider it for your own sake. You can take her advice, but you don't have to let it rule you. She was looking at a very different picture.

[...]

You do make that sound very ominous you know. [reaching over to ruffle her hair.] I'll be alright.

[bonetiddies]

[Just letting him ruffle her hair, giving him a frown.]

Let's see what the picture looks like tomorrow. I do suspect if I do this I may need to rely on you for a little while. And I've done more than my share of that, I feel.

[headmt]

Apart from reading, I'm not much good at math either. I'm not really keeping a tally.

[just gently converting her to getting used to all his weird touchy feely stuff]

But alright. We'll think on it.

[bonetiddies]

[The secret is that she’s never minded being touched, she just isn’t used to it. The touchy feely stuff is okay with her.]