She climbs up at once, relieved to have something familiar as he hugs her to him. She curls against him, settling her hand on his shoulder and shutting her eyes briefly as he kisses her head and talks.
He doesn't talk about Charles. She doesn't ask him. Don't know how. What he says doesn't surprise her, exactly, but she still don't like hearing it. And when he suggests that might've been why she did what she did...
She huffs softly and thinks a long while before answering.
"It wasn't that," she says, gentle and firm. "I don't want that. And if I did I wouldn't have gone to him." She hesitates a moment longer and sighs. "Not sure why I did it," she admits finally. "I just wanted to feel something familiar. Remind myself what I am. And it felt good. I enjoyed it. I won." She still feels a little bit of pride and satisfaction, despite everything.
She's quiet a moment longer, listening to Jack breathe. "Won't do it again, though," she says, certain she owes him that much. "Not like that."
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He doesn't talk about Charles. She doesn't ask him. Don't know how. What he says doesn't surprise her, exactly, but she still don't like hearing it. And when he suggests that might've been why she did what she did...
She huffs softly and thinks a long while before answering.
"It wasn't that," she says, gentle and firm. "I don't want that. And if I did I wouldn't have gone to him." She hesitates a moment longer and sighs. "Not sure why I did it," she admits finally. "I just wanted to feel something familiar. Remind myself what I am. And it felt good. I enjoyed it. I won." She still feels a little bit of pride and satisfaction, despite everything.
She's quiet a moment longer, listening to Jack breathe. "Won't do it again, though," she says, certain she owes him that much. "Not like that."