"Would it? The other might just get frustrated in that case, always being the one who made mistakes and didn't understand. At least if we're on equal footing, no one feels at some great disadvantage."
Lust had an odd sort of optimism.
"And let's be honest, we're going to make mistakes. More mistakes. But I think that's normal, isn't it? It's how we learn. We already are. And I like the thought of learning together."
"That's a terrible analogy. This is more like...getting lost in some fantastical woods together. Alright, it's frightening and confusing, and we're stumbling through, but it's something beautiful and wonderful we're stumbling through. And we're doing it together." She met his eyes, honest and earnest. So what if they sometimes stumbled and fell? They picked each other back up and kept on going, a bit smarter and stronger than before.
"It's no more terrible than any of yours." He had spent enough time with her, now, refer to Lust's strange speech patterns as a collective whole. It was most certainly a Thing.
"No, yours alludes to fiery crashes and doom." Lust lifted an eyebrow. "But the basic idea remains. It's not all bad, there's good as well. So we're damaged people, so what? We're putting ourselves back together already."
One perhaps slower than the other, but still.
"I have no idea how to be anyone's...partner. But I want to figure it all out with you. It's something we can...share with each other." And that was important to her, for some reason. She couldn't quite understand why, beyond that it was something new they were both discovering in tandem.
Scar made a face that could have said that that was exactly what he had been referring to. This was a disaster waiting to happen. Pretty metaphors wouldn't change that.
But he couldn't bring himself to say that, in the slim chance that they could manage to get along and offer one another something. But it pricked at the back of his mind something awful, on the bad days.
"I can barely even associate with people at all," he muttered. At least he was aware of it. Scar simply didn't seek out the company of others. He had lived without it for so long, it became ingrained in his nature.
"Marginally." He still couldn't bring himself to integrate well with people. It wasn't comfortable. He would rather deal with sleeping outside than with a landlord. He found reasons to turn down invitations.
It was all further evidenced in that he was struggling for things to say right now. He was with the person he was honestly more comfortable wtih than anyone else, and he couldn't even think of something to say to her. Scar's shoulders deflated.
Did she say that because she just wanted him to hear it? Or because she actually thought so?
"A marginal improvement is still an improvement," Lust pointed out, her tone conversational and logical. Scar's progression was slow, but it was there. It wasn't as though he were entirely incapable of growth and healing.
"I know it's difficult to see from the inside. I have the same trouble. But you aren't entirely stagnant, and that alone is something to take comfort in. With more time, you'll see more improvement, and eventually it will become easier."
She fiddled with her napkin, twisting it between her fingers idly.
"And you can talk to me, if you ever feel the need to talk about these things."
Scar's eyes softened, even though he was only staring down at his nearly finished breakfast. He knew he could speak to her on anything. She had told him that in all of her little ways.
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"It would be easier if one of us knew how," he countered, voice still low. All of the muddling had been why this had taken months in the first place.
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Lust had an odd sort of optimism.
"And let's be honest, we're going to make mistakes. More mistakes. But I think that's normal, isn't it? It's how we learn. We already are. And I like the thought of learning together."
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"I believe we have already broken some kind of record, for that." Mistakes.
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"And that just means we have a lot to learn."
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"Mine just isn't hopelessly romantic."
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One perhaps slower than the other, but still.
"I have no idea how to be anyone's...partner. But I want to figure it all out with you. It's something we can...share with each other." And that was important to her, for some reason. She couldn't quite understand why, beyond that it was something new they were both discovering in tandem.
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But he couldn't bring himself to say that, in the slim chance that they could manage to get along and offer one another something. But it pricked at the back of his mind something awful, on the bad days.
"I can barely even associate with people at all," he muttered. At least he was aware of it. Scar simply didn't seek out the company of others. He had lived without it for so long, it became ingrained in his nature.
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Lust's own voice was soft. She knew he spoke with people, and she could see his progress simply from their own interactions over the last near-year.
"It's...not easy. But nothing worthwhile ever is. And these things take time. You're not as bad as you think you are."
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It was all further evidenced in that he was struggling for things to say right now. He was with the person he was honestly more comfortable wtih than anyone else, and he couldn't even think of something to say to her. Scar's shoulders deflated.
Did she say that because she just wanted him to hear it? Or because she actually thought so?
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"I know it's difficult to see from the inside. I have the same trouble. But you aren't entirely stagnant, and that alone is something to take comfort in. With more time, you'll see more improvement, and eventually it will become easier."
She fiddled with her napkin, twisting it between her fingers idly.
"And you can talk to me, if you ever feel the need to talk about these things."
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"Thank you."