( ah. now they're at the crux of the matter, and as usual, she'd prefer to dissemble rather than answer truthfully. hadn't she been honest enough? was it not enough that he'd seen something deeply personal? dreams were just that - dreams. she'd never intended that to actually take place, any more than she intended to ever tell him.
it felt as though it was a crossroads of their relationship, however. to keep moving forward, someone had to give. it was so often not her.. )
I don't know about you, but I don't lie to my subconscious.
( it was all true. damnably so. she's caught on tenterhooks, split between hanging up on him and ignoring him (childish and immature but also necessary) and admitting everything. )
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it felt as though it was a crossroads of their relationship, however. to keep moving forward, someone had to give. it was so often not her.. )
I don't know about you, but I don't lie to my subconscious.
( it was all true. damnably so. she's caught on tenterhooks, split between hanging up on him and ignoring him (childish and immature but also necessary) and admitting everything. )
I never thought I would see you again.