( Emma thinks it an unfair request, as if were all too easy to despise her for telling him something he doesn't want to hear. it doesn't work that way, he's not sure it ever could. she's foolish if she could imagine, even for a moment, that he could hate her. he's about as far from hating her as a man can get, and the fact he even knows who he is is plenty proof of that. his curse would not have broken for anything less.
Graham has been keeping intent distance, following a restriction that Emma asked for when she informed him she was intending to leave for quarantine. his automatic reaction to the slight hint of vulnerability is probably why she doesn't trust herself to stay, because he moves to close the distance, offer the support that has come all to easily to them since this cover has started. it's unclear whether pulling her nearer is to comfort her, or himself. )
I don't know how you think I possibly could. ( for some people, love and hate were a thin line. Graham doesn't know much about loving, he doesn't have a great deal of practice, yet he doesn't quite understand how the two could be similar. he doesn't like her current choice, granted, but it could never make him hate her. ) I'm scared too. ( he had been trying to ignore the possibility of how bad this could get, yet with it looming in the room around them — with their bed stretching empty every night — how could he be anything else? )
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Date: 2017-03-29 01:56 am (UTC)Graham has been keeping intent distance, following a restriction that Emma asked for when she informed him she was intending to leave for quarantine. his automatic reaction to the slight hint of vulnerability is probably why she doesn't trust herself to stay, because he moves to close the distance, offer the support that has come all to easily to them since this cover has started. it's unclear whether pulling her nearer is to comfort her, or himself. )
I don't know how you think I possibly could. ( for some people, love and hate were a thin line. Graham doesn't know much about loving, he doesn't have a great deal of practice, yet he doesn't quite understand how the two could be similar. he doesn't like her current choice, granted, but it could never make him hate her. ) I'm scared too. ( he had been trying to ignore the possibility of how bad this could get, yet with it looming in the room around them — with their bed stretching empty every night — how could he be anything else? )