She says it--You don't want me--and Darlington wishes she'd just hauled off and slapped him instead. It might have hurt less.
He'd thought he was doing the right thing in the wake of their lapse at Kagura, staying at a cordial distance until they'd regained their footing with one another. Maybe they'd never quite have the warm intimacy of that first week, no more treating one another's apartments as extensions of their own; no easy tangle on the couch as they watched television, Darlington's head pillowed on Alex's lap; no lazy mornings waking up with the delicate curve of Alex's back pressed close to his chest. But they'd have had something.
"That isn't it and you know it," he says, letting his hurt transmute itself into anger, hoping it'll be more purgative than poison. "You're hellbent and reckless, and the choices you're making more than reflect that, but you're not stupid. Please don't demean us both by acting like it."
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He'd thought he was doing the right thing in the wake of their lapse at Kagura, staying at a cordial distance until they'd regained their footing with one another. Maybe they'd never quite have the warm intimacy of that first week, no more treating one another's apartments as extensions of their own; no easy tangle on the couch as they watched television, Darlington's head pillowed on Alex's lap; no lazy mornings waking up with the delicate curve of Alex's back pressed close to his chest. But they'd have had something.
"That isn't it and you know it," he says, letting his hurt transmute itself into anger, hoping it'll be more purgative than poison. "You're hellbent and reckless, and the choices you're making more than reflect that, but you're not stupid. Please don't demean us both by acting like it."