[ it's amazing how quickly this revelation slots a few things into place. the bending of the metal during their ferris wheel ride (something he'd only recalled later), her question about what his blood type was, her reticence when talking about what she wanted to eat, and just the general feel of secrets underneath the surface that he'd picked up from her.
and, as secrets went, this was a big one. surprise is the first thing he feels but there's no fear intermingled with it. if she'd wanted to do something to him, she'd had plenty of opportunities before this. she hadn't. he just hadn't expected this to be what she was holding back from him.
he swallows, shifting his weight the slightest bit but nothing that backs him away from her. ]
Oh.
[ there's more that he should say, questions that he has, things he wants to ask her but time and place. they're alone now but he can't guarantee privacy forever when they're technically in public.
so, he keeps those to himself and doesn't look away. he can see her, still, underneath the transformation. she's there but she's not. his heart pumps a little faster, adrenaline and something undefinable kicking it into a higher gear. ]
It still doesn't bother me. [ it's definitely a new experience, something he's never dealt with in his life but what kind of person would he be if he turned his back on her now. he'd be his father. he'd be akin to a purifier. she was different just like he was and he'd spent most of his life being turned out, ignored, berated, hunted and hurt because of what he was.
he refused to do that to another person even if this was new. even if he was going to be unsure on what to do in certain situations. he'd learn. he'd figure it out.
marcos lets the words sit for a few moments before he lifts the hand that's not wrapped around hers and brushes a finger against her chin. ] I'm not going to run away. I know what it's like to have that happen.
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and, as secrets went, this was a big one. surprise is the first thing he feels but there's no fear intermingled with it. if she'd wanted to do something to him, she'd had plenty of opportunities before this. she hadn't. he just hadn't expected this to be what she was holding back from him.
he swallows, shifting his weight the slightest bit but nothing that backs him away from her. ]
Oh.
[ there's more that he should say, questions that he has, things he wants to ask her but time and place. they're alone now but he can't guarantee privacy forever when they're technically in public.
so, he keeps those to himself and doesn't look away. he can see her, still, underneath the transformation. she's there but she's not. his heart pumps a little faster, adrenaline and something undefinable kicking it into a higher gear. ]
It still doesn't bother me. [ it's definitely a new experience, something he's never dealt with in his life but what kind of person would he be if he turned his back on her now. he'd be his father. he'd be akin to a purifier. she was different just like he was and he'd spent most of his life being turned out, ignored, berated, hunted and hurt because of what he was.
he refused to do that to another person even if this was new. even if he was going to be unsure on what to do in certain situations. he'd learn. he'd figure it out.
marcos lets the words sit for a few moments before he lifts the hand that's not wrapped around hers and brushes a finger against her chin. ] I'm not going to run away. I know what it's like to have that happen.