[ she looks over her shoulder at him, after a moment. ]
... That means something from you. [ she says, a little hoarsely. ] I only figured out how to start being one after you died. It kicked my ass into gear.
[ she fidgets, a little. it's a lot of honesty, but - with someone dead, so abruptly, it just reminds her that she can't keep this shit to herself. if she does, she'll regret it. ]
So I guess you get to hold that shit over my head forever, huh?
[That's . . . a very honest, very kind thing Beau has just said. But he meant what he said. He can see she's trying hard, not the least of which is towards him. He isn't sure he deserves all that goodness from her, but he isn't so free of selfishness he won't take it either. He just wants to return her the favor.]
Isn't the first time today someone's told me I left an impression. This one's much more flattering.
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... That means something from you. [ she says, a little hoarsely. ] I only figured out how to start being one after you died. It kicked my ass into gear.
[ she fidgets, a little. it's a lot of honesty, but - with someone dead, so abruptly, it just reminds her that she can't keep this shit to herself. if she does, she'll regret it. ]
So I guess you get to hold that shit over my head forever, huh?
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Isn't the first time today someone's told me I left an impression. This one's much more flattering.
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Making friends? [ tease, tease. ]
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[A vague gesture to her hands.]
I see you are too.
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Made friends with a wall, mostly. [ she's also covered in bruises and fucking. bites. sighs. ]