What? [Comes out, admittedly, harder than it was meant to. There's no pulling it back now.
And she's not even mad at him, she's mad at herself. Because she's stupid, because she wishes she had a bath tub to thunk her head against and a phone to call Ariadne and share how dumb she is with her. Because Ariadne wouldn't get it but she'd tell her not to hurt herself and make her laugh in the end.
Because, it's not his fault Mae assumed. Mae assumed. She assumed, at one point, that it was about her. But -- what had she told Hikaru once? -- whoever came after them, for each other, would have to be nothing short of amazing.
So, now that it's not about her, but about a friend needing support as he voices his fears to another close friend, she feels mad at herself for being That Sort Of Person. Who assumes. And puts people in boxes. And entertains fantasies at all.]
What? [And this sheepish grin looks real.] It does
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And she's not even mad at him, she's mad at herself. Because she's stupid, because she wishes she had a bath tub to thunk her head against and a phone to call Ariadne and share how dumb she is with her. Because Ariadne wouldn't get it but she'd tell her not to hurt herself and make her laugh in the end.
Because, it's not his fault Mae assumed. Mae assumed. She assumed, at one point, that it was about her. But -- what had she told Hikaru once? -- whoever came after them, for each other, would have to be nothing short of amazing.
So, now that it's not about her, but about a friend needing support as he voices his fears to another close friend, she feels mad at herself for being That Sort Of Person. Who assumes. And puts people in boxes. And entertains fantasies at all.]
What? [And this sheepish grin looks real.] It does