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““i hope you find someone who knows when to give you space and when to hold you close.” - r.h. sin”
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"I stay, to tomorrow."
"I want you, to."
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The Face of Another (1966) Dir. Hiroshi Teshigahara
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She wanted this. And, if he was ready, then she would be here, for however long it lasted, until the demons in his head told him to stop. Because even if this would be over in a week, at least it was a week of having him all to herself.
How romantic, she thought amused and chuckled, talking about the two of them and their possible future and then casually mention the toiled.
But she was looking up at him now and into those deep dark eyes of his and inhaling his and letting him pull her in closer, to touch her lips with his. Just pouring out the longing from all that time lost.
Immediately he was leaning into the touch of his cheek, the comforting brushing of her thumb. His head turned automatically to place a kiss against her palm.
I want you to.
And she was asking him to stay too, until she was back. Yes, you can. You've been ready.
Don't be cringe.
"I'll stay back and fix the toilet.
And when you're home.." He nodded. "We can talk." Just stay put, and he reminds himself that there's no need to run off to the safety of his hermit crab shell. This is safe.
He reaches out now for her, to pull her in the way he's been wanting to and feel the soft warmth of her full lips against his own.
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His touch down her arm was warm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. The way he tugged on his lip left her imagination wanting to be the one to do that. It sounded... Nice. It sounded like a wonderful scenario, the kind she had daydreamed about, so many times. Just a few simple moments in time that were worth it.
Call her crazy, but even if none of what Damien was proposing, the promises, the feeling of something real, happened... She would still wait.
Some day, right?
She reached down to gently cup his face, her thumb brushing along his cheek. Her other hand resting on his shoulder.
"I want you, to. Yeah. And maybe, tomorrow, when I come home, we could talk?"
He straightened up at her questioning, smile broadening a little as he watched her sizing him up and the realization that he needed to put his money where his mouth was now.
Why shouldn't I go on my date, Damien?
"Because I want to see you instead."
And though he'd come with the means to fix a toilet, Damien wasn't underdressed for the occasion. He'd spent some time in front of the mirror, checking and double checking, and getting his hair just right, making sure he smelled good.
"I owe you." He nodded in agreement.
"Let me take you out.
I'll still fix your toilet." He promised.
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Because he wanted to see her...
Another chuckle at this,
this scene she had been thrown into. She had to admit, though, that Damien's confidence was.. pretty sexy. He had cleaned up, she could see that. And as she looked up at him again, into his eyes, watching that cocky smile of his as she stepped closer to him, she was just about ready to say yes.
"What happens after?" her tone softer now, but still firm. "You... disappear on me again? You, get scared, you distance yourself, you get a sudden realization that this..." she waved a lazy hand between the two of them. Damn, he smelled nice.
"That this is a bad idea?" her gaze travels down to his lips, she felt her heart beating faster. But, she had to remind herself - she didn't want to get her heart broken again.
"Is that, how it's going to play out again?" a little sadness in her voice now, pleading to just... be honest with me.
He straightened up at her questioning, smile broadening a little as he watched her sizing him up and the realization that he needed to put his money where his mouth was now.
Why shouldn't I go on my date, Damien?
"Because I want to see you instead."
And though he'd come with the means to fix a toilet, Damien wasn't underdressed for the occasion. He'd spent some time in front of the mirror, checking and double checking, and getting his hair just right, making sure he smelled good.
"I owe you." He nodded in agreement.
"Let me take you out.
I'll still fix your toilet." He promised.
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"Thank you.." another kind of shy smile and she smoothed out her dress again. Not that it was necessary, it had been ironed like three times.
When she looked up again, something changed in Damien's demeanor.
Postpone?
The look of confusion mixed with amusement. The audacity of this man.
"Why?" her head tilted to the side, watching him closely, thinking she knew all his telltale signs. "Why shouldn't I go on my date, Damien?" a little more attitude in her voice.
"So you didn't come here out of the goodness of your heart? Or because you owe me?" helping his nephew in return for a functioning toilet.
Damien listened to her recounting of how this first date came to be, and it was selfish of him to feel some relief that she hadn't met this guy before.
A pediatrician? Smart. Good money. Good with kids. "Wow.."
And there she went being.. boldly vulnerable in that way that just mystified him. Did she know? Did she have a clue? That it didn't matter what she'd wear, she could show up in her oldest hoodie and sweats, and whoever he was would be a fool not to..
"--Well you look beautiful." As always what he'd wanted to say, arriving minutes after he'd wanted to say it. Such was his mind, these days.
He set down the tools, watched her a moment. "You always do, but." This dress. He gave a sly grin, biting his cheek a moment and giving her a nod. "It's a nice dress."
No, he wasn't feeling very hungry.
"Could postpone.
I actually was uh, not just looking forward to fixing the toilet." Like some crazy revelation. "What if you stuck around?"
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Somehow that answer didn't really calm her worry. The boy had been really hurt and agitated. And then Damien corrected himself and his story which made her frown. "He wh-" she stopped short with her own questions, not wanting to interrupt.
In a weird place. Kids.
She shuffled her feet, nodded. "Yeah.." she could see her friends' faces when she revealed the last time she'd gone on a date. Or was in a, what she thought was, a serious relationship.
"My, nurse friend, she set us up. But I told her, it probably wouldn't work out.. I work too much." she huffed with a smile that didn't quite reach. "He's a pediatrician." she paused, maybe.. trying to gauge his reaction.
Claire let out a long breath. "I've forgotten how to do this, date thing. Don't even know what to wear." she chuckled lightly. "Changed clothes like five times. He seems nice, but if I head home earlier at least I got a working toilet." one grateful smile, a lingering look at the man currently kneeled next to the bowl.
"--You hungry? I can make you a sandwich. While you work."
"He's fine.
He's not fine, but I'm.." Working on it? He didn't know what to do. He'd just reached out to this Xavier's Academy person, but if Theo didn't want help, really what was he to do?
"He almost hit me with a car, he's.. in a weird place."
Did it come with being a Flores?
No, he'd never been able to successfully blame it on that.
Suddenly he looked up at being told Claire had a date, blinking at her a moment. Fucking.. of course, why should that be surprising? It was good, he'd told her, he wished all the best..
"...First date?" Unable to hide his own curiosity, straightening up a little away from his work to look at her. "How'd you meet?" Can you cancel?
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