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[devoutish]

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[devoutish]

Yeah. And you're doing the same, now.

[furgood]

Is it really taking blame if someone basically told you it was for you? [ She looks away ] I'm trying not to. That's why... And is more complicated than that. Than all that...

I don't know why I told you. It's not something you should have to deal with.

[devoutish]

You didn't hold his hand to the fire and force him, did you.

[Reaching back to the stove, he switches off the burner - he'll finish making the tea later - and makes his way over to her in the living room. If she's sitting somewhere, he'll sit down next to her.]

[furgood]

[ She shakes her head, still not even looking at him even when he's this close. She gestures out with both hands emphatically] I didn't even know he'd done it until I went to the Capitol-- and I didn't know he did it for me, to punish himself, for months. He never came back to Four and-- his father hurt me because he spoke out about our mutual friend being beaten.

[devoutish]

Then, my dear--

[He holds out his hand, but doesn't take hers; she can make that choice, or not.]

-- you truly bear no blame at all in this, do you.

[furgood]

[She looks up silently and reaches out. She gives his hands a squeeze. There's quiet for a moment before she tilts her head and smiles a little uncertaintly ]

See, I knew I was okay telling you for a reason.

[devoutish]

[He squeezes her hand back.]

Yeah, well, I don't much like thirteen-year-old girls being tortured and maimed, do I.

[furgood]

I think we'd have bigger problems if you did. [She brushes at her eyes with her free hand and takes a deep breath ] But... really. I knew you wouldn't think less of me. Or--or use it against me or something. I don't know. People aren't always kind about things.

[devoutish]

I'd have words with that father of your friend, if I could.

[furgood]

[She threads her fingers through his to better hold on and squeezes him a little tighter, maybe a little disapprovingly, but that doesn't quite match up with her next words. ]

I'd be tempted to let you at him in a memory. But I've relived that moment three separate times. You'll forgive me if I don't feel up to it again.

[devoutish]

You've lived through it here?

[furgood]

No. No it was there. There was a--ah... dreaming event. It was meant for fun at first but the dreams morphed and I ended up reliving it. With current people stepping in. A friend, Terezi. A troll woman I didn't know. And he ended up in as well. He got there earlier than he did in fall life. I think. I don't remember him finding me in real life. I was passed out.

[devoutish]

Mm. Good that Zephyr gives us a choice in these matters, here in the Meadous.

[furgood]

Really it is. I was a little scared to sleep after that. [Awkward laugh] And I asmr much good during the day either.

[devoutish]

[He cuts a glance at her, raising an eyebrow.]

Sleeping better now?

[He - like most of the people here, he imagines - knows how things like that can linger.]

[furgood]

Well enough. It was... months ago. A year maybe. I sleep fine. I even participated in the dream a little while ago.

[ Different things linger.]

[devoutish]

And this memory stuff now, yeah.

[He rubs light circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.]

[furgood]

I've not really invited many people into my memories. I know I can choose but I'm always a little worried that I'll get the wrong one. And I don't trust a lot of people with that.

[devoutish]

And yet you'd trust me? You talked about showing me a beach party and all.

[furgood]

Well--I mean, I trusted you with this. And I know you're not a great person but I trust you with it the same is trust my pack. You're not going to-- you won't see me different for it, I think and just taking about it and not holding it in is--[Her breath escapes in a big huff] Yes. And if you want to say I have bad judgement, get in line.

[devoutish]

I'm not gonna say that. I'm gonna say that I'm flattered; honored.

[furgood]

Oh. Well-- good.

[For once she seems at a loss for words. In the end, she settles for a quick squeeze of his hand and a little peep of a smile ]

[devoutish]

And may I also say you've got a very pretty smile.

[Hey, while he's already making her speechless, why not?]

[furgood]

[ She flushes, not than he can really tell, and fiddles with a curl of hair, wrapping it around her finger ]

Thank you-- You're doing this on purrpose. [She traces her thumb along his own and shakes her head ] Making me all flustered.

[devoutish]

[A hint of a grin dances across his face.]

Is it working?

[She really does seem like she could do with a distraction right now - they both could, really.]