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[darkov]

[it's a relief to be absolved of immediate action, but the anxiety of having to press the topic at all will linger well after this. he doesn't know how it could all go wrong, just that, somehow, if there was a way to make it bad? he'd find a way.

in an exhale:] Ye-yes...I mean, I guess so.

[killtime]

[ In a way, maybe it's a relief for her too. She's fumbling her way along with this, blind leading the blind. It's been so long, since she had a family like this. So long that she can hardly even remember it anymore. Mostly she remembers that it was good for a long time — and then it was gone, and it hurt.

It's easier not to think about it. And it's a bit of hypocrisy too — her, telling Martin to define things when she's refused to, time and time again. ]

Okay. [ She glances at him, reaching out to give his knee a little squeeze. ] I'm trying to figure this shit out too, kiddo, same as you.

[darkov]

[he frowns down at her hand, comforted but still troubled. now he has the anxiety of anticipation and speculation to deal with.]

I guess, but. I don't...want to mess anything up accidentally.

[killtime]

You won't.

[ She looks up at him from her spot on the ground, tilting her head to meet his eyes so he can see that she's sincere. ]

Rex loves you. Whatever the answer to this question is, that isn't going to change. [ Then, with a twinge of wryness: ] I've said plenty of awful things to him, fucked up more than once too — and he still lets me hang around.

[darkov]

[Martin's face grows red, feeling a swell and ache in his chest. it's...so good and...scary to be loved. it's scary to hear it so often -- as if having to be reminded is some show of how poorly he accepts it.

sometimes people just need to hear it, though. it's not abnormal. it's...frankly, something most normal than anything else.

he exhales slowly, rubbing at the side of his face.]

Y...You're right. Sorry. I'll...I'll ask.