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[handleyourshit]

  

This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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[handleyourshit]

"You stop!" she snaps, already turned back around when she hears the impact with the table.

"You think I'm not trying? Does this not look like trying to you? You think I'm out here just talking to anyone? You think anyone else has gotten a fucking apology from me?"

[loveisall]

"That is a separate issue," he tells her gently. Softly. "And I appreciate it. So take another step, Ro. Don't go backwards on me."

[handleyourshit]

"It's not."

And she has already slid so far backwards she's a little ashamed of how easy it was, but they didn't touch on that, they haven't needed to, so she lets it go now too.

"At least it's not that simple. Don't think that of all the things I might believe, that I think I hold a candle to a list that includes two men you would consider partners, and... Eric."

She has no quick summary for the bond between a vampire and his sire, and she doesn't try right now.

[loveisall]

"You are - " He falters a moment, finding his words as he sits back down.

"You are everything I would ever want in a friend. In a sister. In a daughter. You are family to me in more ways than you understand. That will always take priority. To me."

[handleyourshit]

Something in her dark eyes narrows for a moment, but then her expression softens.

Then it softens further to something pained, something longing, and she swallows and looks away.

"...I want to be able to believe that, Godric. I do." She wants nothing more, in fact, and that's why it feels so dangerous. "I don't know how. I just told you, I don't know how."

[loveisall]

"Then my suggestion is to go through the motions. Take the key, at the very least. That's how you start. Actions that may help shape your thoughts."

He looks up to her from where he finally sits.

[handleyourshit]

"And if you ask me for it back?" she asks, quiet.

[loveisall]

"I don't know. That isn't a possibility to me. I know it is to you. I know. If you want an answer, then I only have one. If I ask you to do this, to try your hardest to trust me, and I fail you, then there's nothing I can do to get it back. And I don't think I would deserve another chance."

He spreads out his hands. "I am willing to bet it all on this, Rosita. Please."

[handleyourshit]

The thing is, there is nothing in her that believes it would come in such a simple, gentle form as being asked to give back the key. Someone would take it maybe, maybe the locks change, maybe she's asked not to use it or there's simply never anyone there. She doesn't know.

She doesn't know how, only that in the end she will not be welcome where she has come to call home, and if that happens again she has no idea what she'll do.

He asks her to trust him. To try. She looks at the key, looks at him and feels like she can't fucking breathe, but she snatches up the key again.

[loveisall]

He nods.

"Thank you." He doesn't want to risk her losing her nerve again. "I'll see you later."

[handleyourshit]

She mutters something under her breath - it isn't in English - and then she goes.

She runs, even though she doesn't let herself speed up from a walk.

[loveisall]

Shortly after she leaves, just before he goes to bed for the morning, he sends her a message.

I have asked Archer and Eric and the answer was the same. I even learned how to send things through this.

My conversation with Eric and my conversation with Archer.

He's rather proud of himself for learning to do it, even if it took him three hours to figure out.

He's old. Too old for technology sometimes.

[handleyourshit]

She can't answer right away. She doesn't even want to. She can't explain it.

But he'll wake up again to her, Thank you.