You got mad at me for hurting myself on Monday, this isn’t exactly different. [ she doesn’t like seeing him hurt. and he does stuff like punch a dinosaur in the teeth. she can’t unpick emotional hurt, that just comes with time, but she can worry about the physical things at least. ]
Haha, you don't need to read into it. Even my mentor, he worries...well, he actually worries a lot about anything and everything. But I don't think anyone really, truly thinks that I can be vulnerable, me included.
[He's just used to being in a position where his body will always be strong, stronger than anything, and there's little to no chance of failure. He lets a finger drift up to her knee, holding there, thumb moving in a circle.]
...I don't know. You worry about me like I can be hurt like anyone else. And that isn't a bad thing, not at all. I appreciate it, really.
... Everyone's vulnerable, in some way. Nicholas and Worick act the same way, and I've seen both of them laid out in a medical bed. [ and here, especially? nothing seems to work as she'd expect it to. ]
[ she watches his hand move, but she doesn't move away or react to the touch. after a moment she just moves her own hand to hook her finger on top of his. ]
I just don't want to see you hurt. As much as that's possible here. [ simple, selfish reasons. ]
[He almost wants to say "but were they cyborgs" and just...refrains from that.]
[Hansa faintly smiles, just letting his finger hang there, on hers. A small connection, but it feels good. Just the little things, in this chaotic mess of a competition.]
[ ... She'll explain Twilights to him, someday. Hopefully. ]
[ she's quiet for a moment, but nods. ]
I do too.
I-- [ it doesn't feel or sound like enough, just to say that. ] I... wish I could fix things. Everything about this week. Change them, anything. [ she just looks their fingers, hooked together. ]
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[ hansa, pls ] Just because they’re not skin and bone doesn’t mean they can’t be damaged.
[ .... she taps her finger against his hand again. ] And while I don’t think I’ve asked, you can still feel things with them, can’t you?
GO TO SLEEP, BECKS
[He says that with a smile, closing his eye.]
And I can. I mean...the sensors are there. And now in those places I got hurt, they're a little cross with me. But its okay.
I DID I SLEPT
Why wouldn’t I?
[ she frowns slightly. ]
You got mad at me for hurting myself on Monday, this isn’t exactly different. [ she doesn’t like seeing him hurt. and he does stuff like punch a dinosaur in the teeth. she can’t unpick emotional hurt, that just comes with time, but she can worry about the physical things at least. ]
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[He's just used to being in a position where his body will always be strong, stronger than anything, and there's little to no chance of failure. He lets a finger drift up to her knee, holding there, thumb moving in a circle.]
...I don't know. You worry about me like I can be hurt like anyone else. And that isn't a bad thing, not at all. I appreciate it, really.
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[ she watches his hand move, but she doesn't move away or react to the touch. after a moment she just moves her own hand to hook her finger on top of his. ]
I just don't want to see you hurt. As much as that's possible here. [ simple, selfish reasons. ]
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[Hansa faintly smiles, just letting his finger hang there, on hers. A small connection, but it feels good. Just the little things, in this chaotic mess of a competition.]
...I really...deeply care about you, you know.
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[ she's quiet for a moment, but nods. ]
I do too.
I-- [ it doesn't feel or sound like enough, just to say that. ] I... wish I could fix things. Everything about this week. Change them, anything. [ she just looks their fingers, hooked together. ]
But this is all I can do.
[ it never feels like enough. ]