sololoquy: (ooh baby girl)
ĸylo ren ([personal profile] sololoquy) wrote 2019-08-25 04:21 am (UTC)

[When she asks him that question, he suddenly feels foolish for having vocalized his gratitude. After all, she hadn't really forgiven him for his prior reactions -- not really. It had simply been automatic, expected, even when he knew that he was the one keeping this from her. Anxiety grips his chest for being caught out on his reflex, teeth subconsciously sinking into his lip. His heart starts to beat faster.

But he has to say something, so he offers the truth.]


For permitting -- [No, that's not quite right. What was it that he was afraid of again?] -- you could have refused me. I thought you might. To teach me.

[Because that's how he's always learned, any time he happened to learn.]

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