[It's the truth and it isn't. A duality hidden in his wants and his weaknesses and most of all, it's hidden in her. By her. For her, perhaps. He has nothing to lose, here.
As long as he does what's requested, his regret will be undone and nothing, nothing, nothing matters. Except he finds that some things do, looking at her angry face, so set in stubborn lines and the frown around her mouth.
Swallowing, he tilts his head.]
Only by you, actually. You are the only one could possibly understand.
[He's still holding her shoes and the whole spectacle of them facing each other on the near-empty street, him silent and holding her footwear and her, raging at him, would be funny.
Could be funny.
If they were not who they were.]
You know what it's like to be on the outside looking in. You know what it is like to be lonely.
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As long as he does what's requested, his regret will be undone and nothing, nothing, nothing matters. Except he finds that some things do, looking at her angry face, so set in stubborn lines and the frown around her mouth.
Swallowing, he tilts his head.]
Only by you, actually. You are the only one could possibly understand.
[He's still holding her shoes and the whole spectacle of them facing each other on the near-empty street, him silent and holding her footwear and her, raging at him, would be funny.
Could be funny.
If they were not who they were.]
You know what it's like to be on the outside looking in. You know what it is like to be lonely.