“ you’re perfect. ”

‘    no,  i’m  –––––––  really  not.    ’

her face is starting to feel warm,  but she’ll blame that on half a glass of wine  &  not enough central AC.  they’re still walking this tightrope that’s as maddening as it is comforting,  &  she’s running pretty low on excuses of the  WHY NOT  kind.  then it starts to feel warm  everywhere  until she has to look away,  smile into her glass,  reflect in that half - drunk,  half - sober way that either illustrates poor judgment or the only time things have any clarity.  she hasn’t decided.

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‘    i don’t know what it is about you.    ’

pondered thoughtfully,  unexpectedly,  with no real prompt for the sentiment.  words often come a little easier,  with a little more  VULNERABILITY,  at times like this.  when it’s quiet.  when there’s no one around but the two of them.

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‘    i mean,  you’re clearly nuts.    ’      teasing,  a turn of her head to smile instead across the finite space between her  &  him.      ‘    you are  —  INFURIATING,  on a good day.  but for some reason,  it’s like  —  most of the time you’re the only person who has my back.  the only person i can  trust.  is that crazy ?    ’

two word starters.  // accepting !

#reignedhell  #tbt.  #fucc :\