"Good. I know it's not easy, Jon. But you've gotta try."
The agreement even makes Daisy relax, a touch; a subtle drop of tension from her shoulders. For all that she so often would have people think she doesn't, she cares. So much so that not caring is a defensive mechanism against how hard it drags her in once she does. Caring can be dangerous. Caring can make you do stupid things.
Not for the first time recently she hears Jon's voice in her head, talking about how scared he'd been in the forest. She's not sure if that makes the offer more or less inviting.
"It's— a little risky. But. I'll think about it. See if I think I've got it in me." To restrain herself at the end, that is. She might. "...thanks, either way. I appreciate it."
They're close to her place, now, so she adds, "Alright. You wanna come in? We've got tea and stuff. And if you're not too stuffed from the last poor bastard I can give you something. Tide you 'til the new notice hopefully works."
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"Good. I know it's not easy, Jon. But you've gotta try."
The agreement even makes Daisy relax, a touch; a subtle drop of tension from her shoulders. For all that she so often would have people think she doesn't, she cares. So much so that not caring is a defensive mechanism against how hard it drags her in once she does. Caring can be dangerous. Caring can make you do stupid things.
Not for the first time recently she hears Jon's voice in her head, talking about how scared he'd been in the forest. She's not sure if that makes the offer more or less inviting.
"It's— a little risky. But. I'll think about it. See if I think I've got it in me." To restrain herself at the end, that is. She might. "...thanks, either way. I appreciate it."
They're close to her place, now, so she adds, "Alright. You wanna come in? We've got tea and stuff. And if you're not too stuffed from the last poor bastard I can give you something. Tide you 'til the new notice hopefully works."