edgeofjustice | (no subject)

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[. . . mrr, shifting]

Never mind. I understand what's going through that head of yours.

Then tell me.

Whatever you want doesn't matter, you want me to have freedom to choose.

[carding a hand through his hair]

That's not what it's like.

Is it?

No. I've learned my lesson about that.

[. . . settling, subtly but noticeable]

Hmm, fine.

So, you can trust me, just as much as I'll trust you.

[:/ :\ :/a]

Yes, yes, of course.

Yes...?

Don't be coy. I trust you to be yourself.