... I don't think he would ever say he was displeased with me. I don't think he believes he's allowed to-- feel nice, from this, in the first place.
I fear if I'm unable to-- to... do that, it would only serve to frustrate him, in the end, no matter how much he may like me. I don't really care if it's reciprocated, either, I just... want him to be happy? I want to be useful, for him. I don't want...
[ trails off for a moment, stilling her restless soup stirring. ]
... I don't want to be... replaced, I guess, with someone who can do it properly. I want to be good enough.
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[ sits on her knees next to them, reaching for a cup of soup as her face steadily goes pink. She's not looking at them, though. ]
... yes.
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[ nod nod. they reach for some soup too, taking a sip. ]
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[ oh that's a lot of pressure.
She's silent for a long, long moment as she eats her soup and debates what to say, until-- ]
We-- ... um, I mean, recently, I... ... ... with... my hand--
[ struggles for a bit. ]
I mean to say. I... pleased him. N-nothing more than that, though. But I... had questions... I cannot ask him.
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[ they lean forward to nuzzle against her cheek, tail wagging. ]
Congratulations! Were there any problems?
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N-no, it-- went as expected, I think, but um--
...
I'm... worried? If... we do... more than this.
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[ a pause, shaking her head and looking away again, anxiously crumbling crackers into her soup. ]
No, it's-- he's... big. Really big.
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... yes? I don't-- know how I'm going to-- ...
[ trails off, embarrassed. ]
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Sorry?
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It was a joke. I'd imagine something like that would be too close of a violation of my promise to Sir Tequila Sunrise.
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... more importantly, a violation of how far I'm willing to go with you.
[ a pause ]
In any case, the problem isn't-- he's not the problem, I mean.
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May I be frank?
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I fear if I'm unable to-- to... do that, it would only serve to frustrate him, in the end, no matter how much he may like me. I don't really care if it's reciprocated, either, I just... want him to be happy? I want to be useful, for him. I don't want...
[ trails off for a moment, stilling her restless soup stirring. ]
... I don't want to be... replaced, I guess, with someone who can do it properly. I want to be good enough.