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"What's wrong?" She closes the door behind them.
* Jekyll does not sway at all, to his immense satisfaction. "Nothing that excuses that--it's ...his family, the choice he's making, and that is ...singularly relevant to me, but," Oh, so we're still going to talk this way inebriated? Awesome. "it was still--you don't have to be here at all, so why you're asking me what's wrong instead of just slapping me is--I don't know."
* Jekyll is amazing.
"Do you remember--you asked why I was nice to you?" He cannot, right now, relate to being that person, "It applies in reverse."
* Hasibe clues in, and ...takes hold of his hands. Come here, you. "I am not going to slap you, I was like- I have this thing where sometimes I can't just listen to people's problems, I try to solve them for them, annnd...they do not need that from me; it's not my job, and I obviously don't know the full details there. So you reminded me, if pointedly, and that was okay." She looks up at him. "I like you; you're wonderful to me. So."
"Only when sober, apparently, and that is --appalling," because he has no defenses right now, thus both necessitating and making it acceptable to ...cling a little. "And I don't know them either, I just know how it felt. Like being /trapped/," into half the reason he's made at least one terrible choice tonight. "It makes you resent--the people you care about, that they need so much from you,"
(moar)
"That you have to give up so much of yourself, the things they can demand without even asking."
Blah his parents are dead--no.
"You're--yeah, I know. Believe me, seventeen and starting in dirty movies, I heard a lot of--well, you can imagine." Annnd that is a detail she'd never really divulged before to him, although she did not work for Tryst specifically until after college. Appearances, and everything. "Is that how you feel right now?"
"Trapped? No. Not ...at this second." Come here, he is gonna do that face-holding thing, because that ...salient bit of knowledge is new.
* Hasibe obliges, as though she can ever not, where he's concerned. She smiles up at him a little. "Okay. Good."
* Jekyll is like, idly checking her bruises, because he is .....KIND OF DRUNK and that was brought up a little while ago. "Are you sure you don't want to slap me?" It might make him feel better.
* Hasibe is actually very nearly healed up, fortunately, by tomorrow they should be totally gone. "I don't want to slap you! I might bite you, though."
* Jekyll does this suppressed shiver thing, which is partly due to the alcohol in his blood and partly due to ...Hasi, thanks. "We would never get out of this room." He's a straightforward drunk.
"...you /would/ say that when you're too drunk for me to try it ethically," she says, both playfully and woefully at once, somehow.
"So if I spend the rest of my life around you drunk, this will be both the easiest and most difficult thing I have ever done, then." It is like...a MIRACLE that they are not making out.
"I think your liver would object eventually," she tells him, almost laughing, "Can I hug you, though?"
"As long as your teeth stay where they are." This is the least miserable he has been all day!
* Hasibe slides forward and wraps her arms around him. She thinks he can use the hug, anyway. It is probably not necessary to press against him quite so firmly, but look, this is how they are. Or just how she is.
* Jekyll mentally letterscrambles like dfghjgfdf comfort aaa, because she is absolutely correct- also, he kind of engulfs her a little. "Tell me that thing you said again on the phone, I don't think I actually heard it the first time."
"What thing--" Muffled into the side of neck, hi. "Oh..." She'll speak into his ear, then. "You don't have to decide anything right now; you're allowed to be however you feel. You don't have to give up, those people who have hurt you are not as important as they've convinced themselves they are and they are not the only people, and you? Are going to be okay. I'm going to be here with you on the way. Okay?" She might have added a little.
* Jekyll actually just has heart failure, okay, because that was not as good an idea as he thought it was.
By way of saying: it was awesome.
His face says all of these things when he straightens up, somehow. "That--sounds about right. Or it will in --a week." Something.
* Hasibe smiles at him. "All right, then."
They should go now, before there is just ...idk, anyone being pushed against a wall. IT COULD HAPPEN, THESE TWO ARE UNPREDICTABLE. "So I promise not to be pointed at you about anything else." Maybe he should promise not to have any more whiskey, either.
"Well--Henry, sometimes I need it, too." She nudges him with her hip, un...helpfully, lady. "But let's break off on the drinking for the rest of the night?"
* Jekyll nods, making a tacit "oh my god yes okay fantastic" hand gesture, because he would have put it in a way that was ...not that at all. AT ALL.
"Okay." She arches up onto her toes a little to kiss his cheek, because apparently that's what she does instead of really kissing him now. "Do you want to go back out?"
* Jekyll is not fooled--no, he has no idea how to react to it, other than to berate himself for wanting things ever. "I confess I hope the conversation is slightly less exciting by now, but yes." It is /so easy/ to be secluded with her.
* Hasibe really /wanted/ to kiss him just there, and honestly just in a brief, affectionate way, but she...downgraded, I guess. "It probably is." She slips her hand into his.
* Jekyll ...eyes that, briefly, their hands, and then elects to be okay with it, because. Seriously, they are not really at the point where that's like, crossing any new lines.
* Hasibe leads him out into the bar proper!
"What's wrong?" She closes the door behind them.
* Jekyll does not sway at all, to his immense satisfaction. "Nothing that excuses that--it's ...his family, the choice he's making, and that is ...singularly relevant to me, but," Oh, so we're still going to talk this way inebriated? Awesome. "it was still--you don't have to be here at all, so why you're asking me what's wrong instead of just slapping me is--I don't know."
* Jekyll is amazing.
"Do you remember--you asked why I was nice to you?" He cannot, right now, relate to being that person, "It applies in reverse."
* Hasibe clues in, and ...takes hold of his hands. Come here, you. "I am not going to slap you, I was like- I have this thing where sometimes I can't just listen to people's problems, I try to solve them for them, annnd...they do not need that from me; it's not my job, and I obviously don't know the full details there. So you reminded me, if pointedly, and that was okay." She looks up at him. "I like you; you're wonderful to me. So."
"Only when sober, apparently, and that is --appalling," because he has no defenses right now, thus both necessitating and making it acceptable to ...cling a little. "And I don't know them either, I just know how it felt. Like being /trapped/," into half the reason he's made at least one terrible choice tonight. "It makes you resent--the people you care about, that they need so much from you,"
(moar)
"That you have to give up so much of yourself, the things they can demand without even asking."
Blah his parents are dead--no.
"You're--yeah, I know. Believe me, seventeen and starting in dirty movies, I heard a lot of--well, you can imagine." Annnd that is a detail she'd never really divulged before to him, although she did not work for Tryst specifically until after college. Appearances, and everything. "Is that how you feel right now?"
"Trapped? No. Not ...at this second." Come here, he is gonna do that face-holding thing, because that ...salient bit of knowledge is new.
* Hasibe obliges, as though she can ever not, where he's concerned. She smiles up at him a little. "Okay. Good."
* Jekyll is like, idly checking her bruises, because he is .....KIND OF DRUNK and that was brought up a little while ago. "Are you sure you don't want to slap me?" It might make him feel better.
* Hasibe is actually very nearly healed up, fortunately, by tomorrow they should be totally gone. "I don't want to slap you! I might bite you, though."
* Jekyll does this suppressed shiver thing, which is partly due to the alcohol in his blood and partly due to ...Hasi, thanks. "We would never get out of this room." He's a straightforward drunk.
"...you /would/ say that when you're too drunk for me to try it ethically," she says, both playfully and woefully at once, somehow.
"So if I spend the rest of my life around you drunk, this will be both the easiest and most difficult thing I have ever done, then." It is like...a MIRACLE that they are not making out.
"I think your liver would object eventually," she tells him, almost laughing, "Can I hug you, though?"
"As long as your teeth stay where they are." This is the least miserable he has been all day!
* Hasibe slides forward and wraps her arms around him. She thinks he can use the hug, anyway. It is probably not necessary to press against him quite so firmly, but look, this is how they are. Or just how she is.
* Jekyll mentally letterscrambles like dfghjgfdf comfort aaa, because she is absolutely correct- also, he kind of engulfs her a little. "Tell me that thing you said again on the phone, I don't think I actually heard it the first time."
"What thing--" Muffled into the side of neck, hi. "Oh..." She'll speak into his ear, then. "You don't have to decide anything right now; you're allowed to be however you feel. You don't have to give up, those people who have hurt you are not as important as they've convinced themselves they are and they are not the only people, and you? Are going to be okay. I'm going to be here with you on the way. Okay?" She might have added a little.
* Jekyll actually just has heart failure, okay, because that was not as good an idea as he thought it was.
By way of saying: it was awesome.
His face says all of these things when he straightens up, somehow. "That--sounds about right. Or it will in --a week." Something.
* Hasibe smiles at him. "All right, then."
They should go now, before there is just ...idk, anyone being pushed against a wall. IT COULD HAPPEN, THESE TWO ARE UNPREDICTABLE. "So I promise not to be pointed at you about anything else." Maybe he should promise not to have any more whiskey, either.
"Well--Henry, sometimes I need it, too." She nudges him with her hip, un...helpfully, lady. "But let's break off on the drinking for the rest of the night?"
* Jekyll nods, making a tacit "oh my god yes okay fantastic" hand gesture, because he would have put it in a way that was ...not that at all. AT ALL.
"Okay." She arches up onto her toes a little to kiss his cheek, because apparently that's what she does instead of really kissing him now. "Do you want to go back out?"
* Jekyll is not fooled--no, he has no idea how to react to it, other than to berate himself for wanting things ever. "I confess I hope the conversation is slightly less exciting by now, but yes." It is /so easy/ to be secluded with her.
* Hasibe really /wanted/ to kiss him just there, and honestly just in a brief, affectionate way, but she...downgraded, I guess. "It probably is." She slips her hand into his.
* Jekyll ...eyes that, briefly, their hands, and then elects to be okay with it, because. Seriously, they are not really at the point where that's like, crossing any new lines.
* Hasibe leads him out into the bar proper!