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[You're not the boss of her, Josh LaRue, nobody's the boss of her. (Except a boy with no heart and too-dark eyes who could tell her to jump off a cliff and she would, because her body would act before her mind could.)]

What am I doing? [Deflecting, Mae? Yes.]

[ Being infuriating that is. Jfc, good thing he's learned to decode deflections from one of the best. ]

Deflecting, that's what.

[Oh, god damn it.] I'm not - [She squirms a little, because if not for your arms around her she would be out and away and finding something to (deflect with) busy her hands with.] Deflecting, I'm just following the flow of the conversation as it happens.

[ He's not going to budge. Something's wrong... he's not imagining it.

A gentling of hands and touch as he peers at you now. ]

What's wrong?

[ He missed something. He's sure of it. Like the time he let Yulia walk away after all the shit with Marcin and he spent what felt like days paying for it. ]

[Yes, he's good at this. He's proven that much on their very first meeting. Is she an open book, or is it that he's just that good in general? (Again, not about just her.)

She isn't going to get away with deflection here, and it'll be weirder by tonight if...she stays. If she stays.

She exhales, loud.] I just - I'm not sure I'm the best person indicated to give you advice with regards to your situation. [Because that was what he'd looked for, right?]

[ God. What are you -- Hikaru's long lost twin?? ]

That's not what I meant and you know it.

[ Getting pretty close to low, quiet and upset because this feels dangerously to you outright lying to his face. ]

[Draws up short on that. No, no, you don't understand: that is what she understood. From it all. The brain, you know.]

It's not?

[ Okay, Josh. Lay this out one by one. If this was a roadtrip and both of you on a convoy, one of you turned left when the other meant right.

He's pretty sure he saw... let's shelve that thought for a moment, LaRue. There's no Makoto Kuzunoha here for you to bounce feelings on. ]

You're hurt.

[Nothing she won't bounce back from, if he lets her.

She doesn't flinch this time, doesn't deviate her gaze from his. But then, the thing is that Mae can lie; even when she doesn't like it, when people lie to her, she can still cough up one or two white ones.] I'm not. [Just bruised ego. And disappointment in herself, really. Really, Mae? Any moment now you'll be whining about the friendzone and doning a fedora.

Lord forbid.]

[ The thing about the best fibs is that there's always a grain of truth, and the grain of truth in this is that there's an ego bruised enough it's like that thing you carry around after a trip or a short fall -- and that's enough. It's flimsy as hell, but that's more than enough for him to go: ]

You are. Shut up and c'mere.

[ Tucking you close again. A kiss to your forehead. His palm cradling the back of your head. ]

[God help her, but if he's good at reading her he's also short on the uptake of some things, so maybe what happens won't register. She leans into it. Her eyes close, her head falls forward a little, and oh she leans into that sweet little forehead kiss like it makes up for all the kissing she hasn't been doing in the past month.

This. Is. Bad.]

[ He doesn't mind. He doesn't think beyond the fact that you're hurt and you deflected because it was better than telling him why.

No words for now. He's not entirely sure what happened. He's never been the type to assume (a.k.a. he's really bad at it). ]

[So she's the good one at assuming. Okay, if you're going to keep her there...

She relaxes a little, and with a small sigh she nuzzles under his chin with the bridge of her nose, because...well, it's right there.]

[ He's going to hold her a little bit longer, keep her a little closer before some heartbeats pass and he goes-- ]

Don't go.

[ It just needs to be said. ]

I swear I'll stop whining like a dumb teenager.

[ Shutting his eyes now, arms tightening for a bit. ]

I just didn't know who else was safe to tell outside of you.

[Oh, he read her mind there, didn't he? She feels that Don't go like a punch to the gut, a twisty feeling there. Who doesn't like feeling needed like this? And, who doesn't like being the sort of friend that is the safest to tell anyone to?

She finally gives him a real smile, though it's hidden by the fact that her forehead's at eye-level with him.]

I promise, I'll always try to be that safe person for you to tell things to.

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