[He talks too much... and she doesn't begrudge him this because all his words have meaning. But there are so many of them and so much to think about and she does grind her teeth about being called a fool even if his words to make sense. She doesn't know how she wants to live. She doesn't know what she wants to do. With greater pleasure comes greater pain. She's overwhelmed with all this. With his feelings. Is she really that special to him? And if she is, what should she do about it? What does she want to do about it? What is the right thing?]
[She wants to sit and bury her face in her hands until her head stops spinning but she can't as long as he's here, hovering, waiting and she wants to lean against him and just accept-- but accepting comes with too high a price and she wants to understand what she has to pay before she does.]
Leave. [And then because she realizes how that sounds, tries to soften her voice]
Please. I just need to think and... I can't while you're here.
Luceti / August 18th Morning
[She wants to sit and bury her face in her hands until her head stops spinning but she can't as long as he's here, hovering, waiting and she wants to lean against him and just accept-- but accepting comes with too high a price and she wants to understand what she has to pay before she does.]
Leave. [And then because she realizes how that sounds, tries to soften her voice]
Please. I just need to think and... I can't while you're here.