[Even with the door swung wider, L still uses it like a shield, keeping the edge of it between himself and Myr and half-hiding behind the wood that, truly, any earnest effort could probably crack in half. It's a shoddy, surface-level comfort, like all the rest he's surrounded himself with recently... but Myr, at least, is real, along with what he's offering.
Wouldn't it be kind of nice, for a change, to not treat the weekend like an execution date? In addition to wildly irresponsible and selfish, of course.]
I... want to.
[A good preface to the requisite but. Except it doesn't come, yet. Why isn't it coming?]
I really want to.
[It's fine, he's making sure Myr knows it's not personal. A gentle, easy letdown, that... also spits in the face of the promises made, the trust given, the recommitment to their Bond that seemed equal parts hopeful and futile.]
Is that OK? You'd feel safe with me, considering...?
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Wouldn't it be kind of nice, for a change, to not treat the weekend like an execution date? In addition to wildly irresponsible and selfish, of course.]
I... want to.
[A good preface to the requisite but. Except it doesn't come, yet. Why isn't it coming?]
I really want to.
[It's fine, he's making sure Myr knows it's not personal. A gentle, easy letdown, that... also spits in the face of the promises made, the trust given, the recommitment to their Bond that seemed equal parts hopeful and futile.]
Is that OK? You'd feel safe with me, considering...?