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[richesse]

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[richesse]

[ softly: ] I don’t believe you.

… but what can any of us do except act? [ this is more musing, almost as if to herself. ]

[selfreliar]

[He considers that for a moment, then nods, conceding, agreeing.]

We survive on pretty fictions just like that.

[He still has her hand. He gives her fingers a small squeeze and then loosens his grip so she can pull free.]

I'll be all right.

[Even that's a lie--but if he's lying, that means he's willing to try to live by it.]

[richesse]

[ when he squeezes her fingers her heart skips a beat. Gahhhhh. She’s supposed to be taking advantage of him, not developing… feelings! ]

… I’ll hold you to that, you know.

[selfreliar]

[A small, tired laugh escapes him into the blankets.]

Fine. Keep me honest, Lortel.

[richesse]

[ … ]

Mm. I’ll do my best.