( it doesn't seem to be a trap. or at least it doesn't spring, gwenaëlle subsiding into smaller, hiccoughing sobs that come further apart, her knees slung over the side of his chair like a child and her chin tucked down, the top of her head communicating very little at the angle he can see it. )
I mean, ( bitterly, ) how hard can it possibly not to pick at someone for half an hour. Ten minutes. If you can argue with someone, can't you also be quiet with them?
( apparently she's found it quite difficult. )
"Isn't that what you're doing", he says. What a cunt. ( what a good observation of the way she is relentlessly smashing through everything that matters to her. )
You care about me so you argue with me and I argue with you and you're never nice to me so you wouldn't be. I don't want to go home to Lexie and be understood.
( and receive kindness she can't bear from someone she can't bear to hurt as well. she didn't mean to hurt byerly, either. she keeps hurting herself. )
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Date: 2021-06-10 12:14 am (UTC)I mean, ( bitterly, ) how hard can it possibly not to pick at someone for half an hour. Ten minutes. If you can argue with someone, can't you also be quiet with them?
( apparently she's found it quite difficult. )
"Isn't that what you're doing", he says. What a cunt. ( what a good observation of the way she is relentlessly smashing through everything that matters to her. )
You care about me so you argue with me and I argue with you and you're never nice to me so you wouldn't be. I don't want to go home to Lexie and be understood.
( and receive kindness she can't bear from someone she can't bear to hurt as well. she didn't mean to hurt byerly, either. she keeps hurting herself. )