[ He gives a faint cutting gesture with his hand. His brows are still drawn down. ]
Who did you think I meant? - It was intended as a jest. Because surgeons. We certainly aren't having an affair, if you fear that. [ Can you have an affair with your own wife? ]
[Bene just sits there for a moment, staring into the middle distance, processing that.
It's so simple, so obvious, but he's strangely upset that it took this long for it to even occur to him. More cause to wonder what else his parents purposely kept from him.]
Hm.
[His brow is furrowed darkly, but he breaks his concentration to glance back up at Byerly.]
I am afraid all of the time, that there will be a moment you realize you have everything you need in him, and that holding me is nothing but holding a knife by the blade.
It is why I—
[ She sighs, and the hold she has on the hand that covers hers is as firm as it can be for something so bare. ]
I cannot understand why you would ever choose to be with me, and so I am afraid. But if you needed me jealously, possessively, if it made your hands clench with want of saying 'mine' then— if I knew you could not let go, not even of a knife blade—
You think that dangerous, and you are right, and I will try not to want it so badly, try to stop myself from trying to pull it from you, but it—
Passion like that would make me feel I was safe, for it would mean you could not leave me.
[ The quiet huff of her little laugh again, but there is little mirth in it. ]
And so I am the worst person possible for you to love too, no?
[It's a secret easily kept, considering it isn't her he works for, and the shared nature of it. Not that it isn't painfully obvious where his own preferences lie, but it's still not something he appreciates being spoken aloud.]
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