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*Valentine* · (This post was last modified: 07-26-2015, 07:40 PM by Valentine.)

"If I didn't know it would only hurt you more, I would kill her for it." Ignoring the flair up of pain in his thigh, Valentine slowly seated himself. His thoughts followed a similar line of reasoning. If anyone else would have turned their back on him like that they would have paid for it immediately. Cascade went on to unknowingly second his thoughts.

Did it make it easier to forgive? He supposed it did. Twice his mother left him and that hadn't stopped him from seeking her out. Hell, even when he was still pissed at her he'd joined her pack. Was this really that different?

Through all of this Valentine remained silent. His emotions had yoyo'ed so much in the last several hours that he wasn't sure how to feel anymore. Or maybe that was the plants he'd eaten. Valen couldn't tell. He appreciated Cascade's efforts. He appreciated that she was willing to stand there in front of him, chewing on a nasty green blob and listening to him whine. More than anything else he appreciated that she chose to do more than just stand there and nod and chew and make sympathetic faces. Talking to Cascade was very different than talking to Rhythm. They may have done their relationship in the wrong order but what they had was genuine and deep. There wasn't a label that fit what they were, but that didn't make it any less real. In some ways what he and Rhythm had (used to have?) been built upon a lie. It was a nice lie, a 'I want you to like me so I'm going to act my best' kind of lie, but a lie nonetheless. From there it had grown more genuine, more relaxed, but it was still built on that falsehood.

Cascade had been different.

The day he'd met Cascade he'd been high. He'd fallen into a hole he didn't know he could get out of and he'd gone out of his way to punish himself for being such a fuck up. It was kind of hard to come back from that, to put on a show and pretend to be more likeable. So he'd just been himself. Perhaps there was the difference. Rhythm had met him when he was at his best. Cascade had met him when he was at his worst.

It was Valentine's turn to sigh. He still didn't know what to say.

Finally he snorted. Cocking his head, he peeked at her out of one eye. "You know I can't promise that." And that was true, wasn't it? As dark as his thoughts had gotten, as much as he'd threatened to close himself off, deep down he was too eager to be loved. He knew it was going to hurt him but that wasn't going to stop him from seeking it out.

He didn't want to say thank you again. The words just didn't quite cut it. "God, Cas." He harrumphed then said dryly, "How did you get so wise?"

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