[ he could be honest about his dreams, since it likely wouldn't be the first she might have noticed he's had them, remembering how he'd jolted awake in that hospital bed the first night, finding her sitting in a chair beside him with a book on her lap. she hadn't asked him then, and so the thought rises that he could simply tell it to her now, to share the weight of what stirs him enough to open his wounds in the night.
because he thinks of what he'd decided there on that rock in the sunlight room, as they burned their dolls carrying the past, how he'd wrote that poem with the thought that she could be a willing friend.
but he's reminded the difficulty that comes with baring it all, the vulnerability, the transfer of weight, and he knows she's the type of person who'd take it, who'd comfort him through it, because she's already shown that selfless good will of hers. and somehow it doesn't seem fair. she shouldn't have to be responsible for his demons.
so he just smirks in light of her words, throwing himself full into the joke, because it's always easier than reality. peering around, he blows a breath, shrugging his shoulders. ]
Think I can stay on good behavior. Promise to even keep my pants on, just for you.
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because he thinks of what he'd decided there on that rock in the sunlight room, as they burned their dolls carrying the past, how he'd wrote that poem with the thought that she could be a willing friend.
but he's reminded the difficulty that comes with baring it all, the vulnerability, the transfer of weight, and he knows she's the type of person who'd take it, who'd comfort him through it, because she's already shown that selfless good will of hers. and somehow it doesn't seem fair. she shouldn't have to be responsible for his demons.
so he just smirks in light of her words, throwing himself full into the joke, because it's always easier than reality. peering around, he blows a breath, shrugging his shoulders. ]
Think I can stay on good behavior. Promise to even keep my pants on, just for you.