"I don't think he knows what he wants. The man is exquisitely skilled in the art of denial and self-abnegation," Una said, and she found herself laughing at that, even though it wasn't really funny at all. And then she remembered his face, the look in his eyes when he'd asked her What do you want (sounding for all the world as if he'd never asked that question of anyone before, as if it had never occurred to him), and when he'd struggled to answer that question himself, and she sobered.
"I'm not being fair, really," she said bluntly. "To anyone, in any sense. Can't keep it up forever, even as I'm not sure I want it to end. Perhaps I'm simply waiting to get caught. Or looking for the point where I'll break." And then the urge for inappropriate humour, never far away, rose up again. "Or perhaps I should just drag them both into bed and get it overwith."
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Date: 2008-04-10 04:14 am (UTC)"I'm not being fair, really," she said bluntly. "To anyone, in any sense. Can't keep it up forever, even as I'm not sure I want it to end. Perhaps I'm simply waiting to get caught. Or looking for the point where I'll break." And then the urge for inappropriate humour, never far away, rose up again. "Or perhaps I should just drag them both into bed and get it overwith."