["A bit rough." He could've killed Petre twice, if Petre allowed it. And there's always the chance it could bleed over, he could crave the same thing with someone who can't control the situation. But it's sweet of her to be understanding in the face of this.
He looks down at their hands, and he feels that same warmth. Somehow, every time a new person fills him with warmth, he can't find any way to categorize it. Maybe because that didn't matter where he came from, but he knows the basic rules: there's one person to whom you dedicate your life, or at least your time while you're with them. Even when he and Cassie both know it won't work here, he struggles with people like Pell, and Sheva, and Jem, and even Petre. So many lines blurring.
But it's all to be with Cassie when they're finished here. That's what he has to cling to when he's unsure.
It doesn't really strike him that he's not saying anything. Just - staring at their hands.]
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He looks down at their hands, and he feels that same warmth. Somehow, every time a new person fills him with warmth, he can't find any way to categorize it. Maybe because that didn't matter where he came from, but he knows the basic rules: there's one person to whom you dedicate your life, or at least your time while you're with them. Even when he and Cassie both know it won't work here, he struggles with people like Pell, and Sheva, and Jem, and even Petre. So many lines blurring.
But it's all to be with Cassie when they're finished here. That's what he has to cling to when he's unsure.
It doesn't really strike him that he's not saying anything. Just - staring at their hands.]