She's telling the truth. [His voice is quiet and even, eyes still right on Harry. Not even willing to create the false appearance of guilt by looking away, though his racing heart is begging him to.] Nothing happened, nothing will.
Nothing happened? [ he's looking at kitty, narrowing his eyes - looking with such intensity. his eyes only go off hers to look at her exposed marks then back to her eyes. crush on him. crush on john -- no but john likes her back. it's reciprocated.
john's saying nothing happened to. his eyes go back to him - then to kitty again. keeps trying to spot a sign that they're lying. kitty looks guilty just for feeling anything. he drops his shoulders and looks down finally, nodding for a moment, chewing the inside of his cheek. trying to think how to approach this. they aren't lying, he thinks.
though he can't trust them completely, can he? their first instinct was not to tell him. why why? cowards. he's looking down and tracing a finger over his own marks, the black one in particular and a pink one close to it. ]
Would you two- ...if I wasn't here... [ there's a pause. an inhale of breath ] If you found out later. After. Would you do anything?
No! [Her answer is immediate, looking at Harry like she's been hit again.] Of course not.
[She'd hate herself first. She's seen how close they are, how much they mean to each other. She's still sure that her feelings towards them stem mainly from the fact that she wants something like that in her life, knowing fully well that she'll never have it. The jealousy almost consumes her, but she still feels affection towards them, respect for what they have. It'll never go away, just like that scar that's taking shape on John's wrist.]
It's just - [her voice lowers. What is it?] I don't know. [More guilt. There's a grimace on her lips, eyes down and brows knitted with a frustrated exhale.] It's so stupid.
You know I can't guarantee what I'll do with the rest of my life. [He's trying to keep his voice soft, but he knows Harry is going ugly places with this, and he wants to try and keep it sensible.] But you better know that I'll always love you, too.
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john's saying nothing happened to. his eyes go back to him - then to kitty again. keeps trying to spot a sign that they're lying. kitty looks guilty just for feeling anything. he drops his shoulders and looks down finally, nodding for a moment, chewing the inside of his cheek. trying to think how to approach this. they aren't lying, he thinks.
though he can't trust them completely, can he? their first instinct was not to tell him. why why? cowards. he's looking down and tracing a finger over his own marks, the black one in particular and a pink one close to it. ]
Would you two- ...if I wasn't here... [ there's a pause. an inhale of breath ] If you found out later. After. Would you do anything?
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[She'd hate herself first. She's seen how close they are, how much they mean to each other. She's still sure that her feelings towards them stem mainly from the fact that she wants something like that in her life, knowing fully well that she'll never have it. The jealousy almost consumes her, but she still feels affection towards them, respect for what they have. It'll never go away, just like that scar that's taking shape on John's wrist.]
It's just - [her voice lowers. What is it?] I don't know. [More guilt. There's a grimace on her lips, eyes down and brows knitted with a frustrated exhale.] It's so stupid.
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