It was quite a change, from his trying everything he could to ignore her, then drive her away, then offer to train her but only in the sense that he needed her to understand she would not find what she was looking for in the teachings of the Jedi--or in him.
So how had he somehow acquiesced to being her... what? Lover? Was he actually entertaining that thought?
Clearly, it was more than a thought, at this point. He felt a little like Ben Kenobi was stridently protesting that Luke was once again going off half-cocked, only he was Ben and Luke, in this scenario. Which, if he needed more evidence that he'd become unhinged over the past few years, he was getting it.
He kept staring at their hands entwined. Maybe because it was such an alien sight, or maybe because it was safer than looking at her face. But her hand looked so strong and smooth next to his, and it still seemed wrong, for him to covet something so lovely, when he'd done nothing to deserve it. He'd been lovely, once. He thought. Maybe. Not that it had seemed to matter, back then. Not to the right people, anyway.
"All right," he said finally, the words coming slowly. "I can't promise to be... anything you expect. But I'm in no shape to push you away. And I would be lying if I said I... don't like being with you." He nodded, more to himself than anything. "I'm not sure I know how to be with... people. Anymore."
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So how had he somehow acquiesced to being her... what? Lover? Was he actually entertaining that thought?
Clearly, it was more than a thought, at this point. He felt a little like Ben Kenobi was stridently protesting that Luke was once again going off half-cocked, only he was Ben and Luke, in this scenario. Which, if he needed more evidence that he'd become unhinged over the past few years, he was getting it.
He kept staring at their hands entwined. Maybe because it was such an alien sight, or maybe because it was safer than looking at her face. But her hand looked so strong and smooth next to his, and it still seemed wrong, for him to covet something so lovely, when he'd done nothing to deserve it. He'd been lovely, once. He thought. Maybe. Not that it had seemed to matter, back then. Not to the right people, anyway.
"All right," he said finally, the words coming slowly. "I can't promise to be... anything you expect. But I'm in no shape to push you away. And I would be lying if I said I... don't like being with you." He nodded, more to himself than anything. "I'm not sure I know how to be with... people. Anymore."