Daisy listens quietly, does him the courtesy he's done her, watching him from the other side of the table and over the rim of her glass as she drinks. There's a flicker of undeniable surprise in her gaze, but judgement doesn't follow.
If he hadn't claimed this as a similar story she's not entirely sure she'd have put together the implication in his final words, but with all pieces together and the subtle taste on the air...
His agreement borders on panicked, but he reels it back in, carding a hand into his hair for a moment. A second later, and he settles on a long drink to be the best thing to do about it.
"...Martin didn't condone it, of course, but he didn't condemn it when I told him, either. I almost wish he had. And Mr. Rambo--- all but told me that he wasn't worried about it. I should still have reservations about having done it, and should be doing what I can to make sure it never happens again."
The but attached to the end of the sentiment hangs loudly in the air.
Daisy laughs grimly. "Probably not. I— I haven't even told anyone else about Calvin. So. Yeah."
They're each other's only port in this particular storm. There might be a couple others that wouldn't judge her for it, maybe even understand in the abstract, but this is different. They're different.
She sighs. "I get it, yeah. Lot of people I know I shouldn't've hurt that I still can't bring myself to regret hurting. Some people are... some people are like that. And— look, this is the first time you've done it. I don't think you're going to suddenly start suffocating people on mass. A sudden lust for murder isn't really your brand."
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Daisy listens quietly, does him the courtesy he's done her, watching him from the other side of the table and over the rim of her glass as she drinks. There's a flicker of undeniable surprise in her gaze, but judgement doesn't follow.
If he hadn't claimed this as a similar story she's not entirely sure she'd have put together the implication in his final words, but with all pieces together and the subtle taste on the air...
In a hushed tone, "You can do that? ...damn."
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His agreement borders on panicked, but he reels it back in, carding a hand into his hair for a moment. A second later, and he settles on a long drink to be the best thing to do about it.
"...Martin didn't condone it, of course, but he didn't condemn it when I told him, either. I almost wish he had. And Mr. Rambo--- all but told me that he wasn't worried about it. I should still have reservations about having done it, and should be doing what I can to make sure it never happens again."
The but attached to the end of the sentiment hangs loudly in the air.
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"But you don't really regret it either. Even if you wish you did."
Christ. Just look at the two of them. Messy as ever they were, still caught between the right thing to do and what feels right to do.
Daisy breathes out heavily and worries her lip between her teeth.
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"...No. I don't," he admits. "And I don't know I know much of anyone besides you who could understand as much."
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Daisy laughs grimly. "Probably not. I— I haven't even told anyone else about Calvin. So. Yeah."
They're each other's only port in this particular storm. There might be a couple others that wouldn't judge her for it, maybe even understand in the abstract, but this is different. They're different.
She sighs. "I get it, yeah. Lot of people I know I shouldn't've hurt that I still can't bring myself to regret hurting. Some people are... some people are like that. And— look, this is the first time you've done it. I don't think you're going to suddenly start suffocating people on mass. A sudden lust for murder isn't really your brand."