[ His serious expression remains, but there’s a hint of uncertainty that creeps into his gaze as he waits for her to respond - and then huffs out another of those breathy laughs when she just answers him with another question instead. ]
You realize this isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation, right? Although I’m pretty sure you were too drunk last time to remember any of it. You asked me that last time, too.
Physically is part of it, sure. I’m pretty sure I’ve made no secret about the fact that I want you. More of you. Or even just again. I don’t want you to think that was just idle flirting.
But further than that… I don’t know, Hilda. You tell me? I don’t know where you stand right now. What’s more important to you? Not blurring more lines and complicating things between us? Or seeing where this goes? Because this is uncharted territory for me here. I’m flying blind.
People don’t come to me for more that just physically, or if they do, it’s because they’ve got ulterior motives. And if anyone else had asked me that, my answer would be my typical one, and emphatic to boot. But you’re not like anyone else, and none of my rules ever apply to you like maybe they should.
You’re working things out with Claude, and I’m content with that, if that’s all you want it to be. I have no intention of interfering there at all, other than being a listening ear if either of you need it, or maybe kicking you both in the ass if you ever do something this stupid ever again. Only an idiot wouldn’t be able to see how in love you two are with each other. And have been for years. [ Yeah. Shade. He’s throwing it. ]
But as for you and me, Hilda? I don’t know. I don’t know where I stand. What you want. But you’re sober this time, so tell me. What do you want? If it’s just a fun fling, then fine, we’ll be up front and honest about it from the start and that’s all it will be. But if you want something different, you’re gonna have to be honest about that, too. Because I… I don’t really know how to do that.
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You realize this isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation, right? Although I’m pretty sure you were too drunk last time to remember any of it. You asked me that last time, too.
Physically is part of it, sure. I’m pretty sure I’ve made no secret about the fact that I want you. More of you. Or even just again. I don’t want you to think that was just idle flirting.
But further than that… I don’t know, Hilda. You tell me? I don’t know where you stand right now. What’s more important to you? Not blurring more lines and complicating things between us? Or seeing where this goes? Because this is uncharted territory for me here. I’m flying blind.
People don’t come to me for more that just physically, or if they do, it’s because they’ve got ulterior motives. And if anyone else had asked me that, my answer would be my typical one, and emphatic to boot. But you’re not like anyone else, and none of my rules ever apply to you like maybe they should.
You’re working things out with Claude, and I’m content with that, if that’s all you want it to be. I have no intention of interfering there at all, other than being a listening ear if either of you need it, or maybe kicking you both in the ass if you ever do something this stupid ever again. Only an idiot wouldn’t be able to see how in love you two are with each other. And have been for years. [ Yeah. Shade. He’s throwing it. ]
But as for you and me, Hilda? I don’t know. I don’t know where I stand. What you want. But you’re sober this time, so tell me. What do you want? If it’s just a fun fling, then fine, we’ll be up front and honest about it from the start and that’s all it will be. But if you want something different, you’re gonna have to be honest about that, too. Because I… I don’t really know how to do that.