Scar stared at the tiny cracks in the concrete, still turned away from her. His eyes lowered, when he felt her touch his hair. Anyone else, and he would have at least jumped.
This was something difficult to admit, and he spoke softly.
"I should," he conceded, "if this is... if we're... going to do this."
"We're already doing it," Lust pointed out, softly and gently. "Unconventionally, but we're unconventional people." She made no move to touch him any further than lightly stroking his hair.
"If you find a place to live and find you honestly and truly don't like living that way, then that's that."
But he had to try. And she felt once he settled into it he would feel better all around. It was amazing, what having a place of your own could do for a person.
Scar rolled his eyes at the wall. He didn't know how to describe his discomfort with the idea, not even truly to himself, but he wouldn't be fit to be any sort partner to anyone continuing like this. It just wasn't right. There were certain standards he had to hold himself to.
But she never understood things like that, anyway.
"I'll have a look around later." Because if he mentioned going right now, she would just tell him to lie down.
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This was something difficult to admit, and he spoke softly.
"I should," he conceded, "if this is... if we're... going to do this."
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"If you find a place to live and find you honestly and truly don't like living that way, then that's that."
But he had to try. And she felt once he settled into it he would feel better all around. It was amazing, what having a place of your own could do for a person.
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But she never understood things like that, anyway.
"I'll have a look around later." Because if he mentioned going right now, she would just tell him to lie down.