[ Clea nods her head and steps to the side, watching him depart with her hands folded elegantly in front of her. Neither of them know what is happening, and spending more time together will not get them any closer to understanding.
A lot can be acknowledged in two words.
'If ever you need someone to talk to, I'll be willing to listen.' Of course he cannot help himself. That he would listen. Clea feels a sudden and strange surge of awareness. She should have said nothing. He had not truly wanted this conversation; he'd had no choice but to listen to her. To want to. She'll need to avoid him unless something of practical import arises.
'I won't use your secrets to hurt you.' Of course she knows the unspoken conditions. Hurt, no. Manipulate her? Inform his actions? There are so many things that can be done with secrets outside of hurt. Clea does not blame him.
Of course there's nothing else.
She needs a distraction. Something that prevents her from thinking about this encounter and how weak it makes her feel. How she feels like something is sloshing around inside of her and threatening to overflow. Like she wants to find someone private and scream. ]
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[ Clea nods her head and steps to the side, watching him depart with her hands folded elegantly in front of her. Neither of them know what is happening, and spending more time together will not get them any closer to understanding.
A lot can be acknowledged in two words.
'If ever you need someone to talk to, I'll be willing to listen.' Of course he cannot help himself. That he would listen. Clea feels a sudden and strange surge of awareness. She should have said nothing. He had not truly wanted this conversation; he'd had no choice but to listen to her. To want to. She'll need to avoid him unless something of practical import arises.
'I won't use your secrets to hurt you.' Of course she knows the unspoken conditions. Hurt, no. Manipulate her? Inform his actions? There are so many things that can be done with secrets outside of hurt. Clea does not blame him.
Of course there's nothing else.
She needs a distraction. Something that prevents her from thinking about this encounter and how weak it makes her feel. How she feels like something is sloshing around inside of her and threatening to overflow. Like she wants to find someone private and scream. ]