“Well, I would have married you!” Roger answered defensively. She made him sound like such a misogynist bastard. It wasn’t like that at all! He would never ask her to give up her life or her dreams; it was just that he wanted her to be a little more grown up, to stop living in her fantasy world with stage combat and pirate stories and games better left to children. Babies were real, and you couldn’t just pretend that this one had never happened. It wasn’t fair.
“I just… I just wish you had told me,” he said finally. “I wouldn’t have asked you not to do it… I mean, well, I guess I would have argued, but I would have understood.”
He thought he would have, anyway. He was so far off his footing with her now that he didn’t really know anything for sure anymore. He held out a hand to her.
“How the hell am I supposed to understand you, Pip? You never once told me anything important, not over a whole year.” There was a self-deprecating, teasing smile on his face as he said the words, but the question was completely sincere.
He was doing his best not to look at the people behind her; he heard the clichéd expression ‘if looks could kill’ and he wasn’t quite sure at that moment that they couldn’t. Although it would probably be a lot easier to be killed than to continue standing there trying to have that conversation. He wished again that they could have talked in private, but as long as she seemed willing to have the conversation in front of all those people he would keep up his end of it.
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Date: 2006-11-14 02:54 pm (UTC)“I just… I just wish you had told me,” he said finally. “I wouldn’t have asked you not to do it… I mean, well, I guess I would have argued, but I would have understood.”
He thought he would have, anyway. He was so far off his footing with her now that he didn’t really know anything for sure anymore. He held out a hand to her.
“How the hell am I supposed to understand you, Pip? You never once told me anything important, not over a whole year.” There was a self-deprecating, teasing smile on his face as he said the words, but the question was completely sincere.
He was doing his best not to look at the people behind her; he heard the clichéd expression ‘if looks could kill’ and he wasn’t quite sure at that moment that they couldn’t. Although it would probably be a lot easier to be killed than to continue standing there trying to have that conversation. He wished again that they could have talked in private, but as long as she seemed willing to have the conversation in front of all those people he would keep up his end of it.
He owed her at least that.