[ A fair question, but to that end, she isn't troubled. She shakes her head. ] What I wish, is that I could have been born exactly as myself, and that be all that would be enough.
[ And wasn't that the trick? ] Don't you? The games you play, to push people back. Don't you tire of them too?
[ She smile is tired, more than anything, leaning back in to press her forehead against his chest. ]
You know you are. I cannot make you out at all. You would kiss me one minute, but chide me another. You ask me all my thoughts and make me feel listened too - then when I say what I know to be true: that all their stories of your wickedness are false, you tell me not to bother and that I am deluded.
[ The yawn that follows again, is wider, she could sleep here - if he just stayed still. That steady beat of his heart that she could hear. Quiet and sure. Easy, easy, easy. ]
I think I will be quite happy, marrying you.
[ An honesty she has no shame in - when she won't be remembering much of this later. ]
[ His hand stills, and the beat of his heart shudders, slowing its pace. A physical manifestation of the very real fear that meets her words. After a moment, though, he returns to stroking her hair. ]
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[ And wasn't that the trick? ] Don't you? The games you play, to push people back. Don't you tire of them too?
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To push people back? My word, you must think me a labyrinth of a man. I play games to have fun, dear lady.
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You know you are. I cannot make you out at all. You would kiss me one minute, but chide me another. You ask me all my thoughts and make me feel listened too - then when I say what I know to be true: that all their stories of your wickedness are false, you tell me not to bother and that I am deluded.
[ Her head turns, yawns widely. ]
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To be fair, you amply deserve both those kisses and those rebukes.
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Will you promise to give me both often?
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I think I will be quite happy, marrying you.
[ An honesty she has no shame in - when she won't be remembering much of this later. ]
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I wonder. But I hope so.
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I am sure of it.
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[ Another moment, and then he reaches out to wrap his hands around her upper arms. ]
All right. Up you get.