[ she lets him, as his penance for making her cry in the first place. ]
… if you’re not actually a very good actor, what exactly have we been doing these past few weeks, hm? [ she’s teasing, and kisses him to put a point on it. ]
I don’t need a contract. I just need you here. [ her smile drops. ] Don’t ever scare me like that again.
[ Lortel sits up a little straighter, eyes widening to a soft, round, awed shape.
She doesn’t miss the meaning. How could she? This all started based on a lie. For him to insist… so quietly, that he truly means it…
Wonderingly, Lortel lifts a hand and cups his jaw, her eyes searching his. Her fingers will press under his chin, prompting him to lean down. Gently she bumps their foreheads together, peering at him myopically. There is a tiny, disbelieving smile on her face. ]
You won’t ever be able to take that back. I won’t let you.
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[ smiling in earnest now. She shifts her head to kiss his fingers. ]
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[Though his voice and expression have returned to a normal deadpan, relief puts a wet sheen across his eyes. He folds his fingers around hers.]
What else do you want? Name it.
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[ she leans over to kiss him, albeit briefly. a sniff and she finally lets go of his hand, cleaning up her face ]
For as long as I want, hm? Do you really mean that?
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I'm not actually that good an actor. When it comes to myself... I tend to either say nothing or tell the truth.
[Granted, the ratio is like 95:5, but eh.]
So yeah. I mean it. ...I'll put it in writing, if you want.
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… if you’re not actually a very good actor, what exactly have we been doing these past few weeks, hm? [ she’s teasing, and kisses him to put a point on it. ]
I don’t need a contract. I just need you here. [ her smile drops. ] Don’t ever scare me like that again.
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[He rests his face in her hair. When he speaks again, his voice is hushed, lending weight and history to words that might otherwise sound flippant.]
This promise is one hundred percent... definitely... not a lie.
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She doesn’t miss the meaning. How could she? This all started based on a lie. For him to insist… so quietly, that he truly means it…
Wonderingly, Lortel lifts a hand and cups his jaw, her eyes searching his. Her fingers will press under his chin, prompting him to lean down. Gently she bumps their foreheads together, peering at him myopically. There is a tiny, disbelieving smile on her face. ]
You won’t ever be able to take that back. I won’t let you.