Sunshine
04-29-2014, 11:00 PM
As his words echoed back to him, he would immediately regret the last words he said. He didn't want the idea of asking him to leave ever be a possibility in her mind, but it was much too late now to take it back. Would she entertain the idea? Was she too scared to let him in when she was supposedly such a horrid person? He sincerely hoped not because he wanted to show her just how good of a woman she really was. His pathetic attempt at humor did the trick, bringing a smile, though small it was a still a smile, to her lips as she chuckled. That was the Phoebe that he liked, not the worried and sad one. No... I don't want you to leave. I'm not sure what you see in me, I probably never will, but if you really want me in your life then who am I to say no? She would press her cheek to his again and Conan almost sighed out loud with relief. Her touch was so comforting, so soothing that he had almost forgotten that he'd gotten in a fight with a feline and was pretty banged up. But even her touch couldn't hide the...relief? No, that wasn't the right word. The...excitement that he felt at having heard that she didn't want him to leave. She wanted him to stay in her life just as he wanted her to stay in his. Practical strangers but to anyone to would see them from afar would think that they had been together for quite some time and it was almost like they had been. He probably shouldn't be saying anything, but he couldn't help but interject. He didn't want her thinking that he was going to force her to do anything she didn't want to. I'm glad you don't want me to leave because I would find it rather difficult to do so...but you do have every right to shut me out at any point if you ever feel so inclined to. Just because I want you in my life doesn't mean that you have to be. he was probably sounding like some babbling idiot, but just didn't want her to feel pressured into doing anything. If she wanted to be in his life, it was because of her own free will, because she wanted to, not because she felt like she had to for his sake. He would sight quietly, hoping that he hadn't ruined everything with his sudden urge to explain himself, burying his face in her neck as he curled his own against her nape. Being affectionate with the russet woman was the most natural thing in the world, second only to fighting and killing, but they were in completely separate categories. She far outweighed fighting by a long shot, there was absolutely no comparing. A total stranger and yet she didn't feel like one...what were the odds... Talk like this |