"Dante, I'm a mess," she repeated. Like maybe he hadn't gotten it the first time. "I'm constantly making you talk about things, even when I swear to myself that I won't make you talk about things. I'm forever in some kind of distress, there's always something going on with me, I never know what to do or say to offer comfort--I'm not easy."
Well, except in one way. But that was rarely ever offered as a compliment.
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Date: 2017-11-15 07:38 am (UTC)"Dante, I'm a mess," she repeated. Like maybe he hadn't gotten it the first time. "I'm constantly making you talk about things, even when I swear to myself that I won't make you talk about things. I'm forever in some kind of distress, there's always something going on with me, I never know what to do or say to offer comfort--I'm not easy."
Well, except in one way. But that was rarely ever offered as a compliment.