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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 12, 2009 22:11:32 GMT -5
((OOC: It is back.))
::Pietro had glanced down at the menu, studying it briefly; from the corner of his eye, he caught her smile, and he glanced over at her. Questions should not be this difficult to answer, but so often he felt as though a slight misstep would be disastrous. This compounded by the fact the honesty was his first instinct, and so he replied,:: "May I speak?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 12, 2009 22:14:12 GMT -5
((Link please? The one I'm finding is very much not working))
Her eyebrows rose a little. "Of course."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 12, 2009 22:16:34 GMT -5
((OOC: Here it is: www.ilbuco.net/restaurant.html))::Pietro set his menu down, to show her that he had nothing else vying for his attention.:: "People don't ask me that question, so I take it literally. I am...unskilled at pretending something did or didn't happen. But I am not upset with you." |
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 12, 2009 22:20:55 GMT -5
"I know that," she replied, still soft spoken. "I'm not talking about pretending, because I can't pretend either. I meant...moving on, and trying not to repeat what happened."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 12, 2009 22:25:31 GMT -5
"I try, Rossignol," ::Pietro told her. His voice less harsh than usual, with a hint more emotion than what usually lacked completely.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 12, 2009 22:27:53 GMT -5
"It's not all on you, it's me too," she pointed out gently, hearing the slight touch of emotion creep into his voice.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 13, 2009 22:20:46 GMT -5
"I know," ::Pietro said. He did not know what else to say; rather, how to say what was on his mind. Samson had told him to give her space and to not impose on her; the man also encouraged him to "share his feelings," and thus he didn't know if one negated the other in this instance. He didn't want to accidentally set Rossignol off, as he seemed to do frequently recently; he had told the truth to Samson, that he would not blame her should she find another. That didn't mean that there would not be pain if she did, or that he wished to hasten the process.
He didn't think that she understood what he meant, when he said he tried. He tried at all of it, not merely at getting past what had happened. He had tried going into it; he had tried to give her space. As with most social endeavors in his life, nothing worked, and the last thought he needed was to be reminded of Magneto regarding his private relationships. English failed him, when it came to what he wished to express. German failed him, and she did not know Romanes.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 13, 2009 22:36:12 GMT -5
He seemed to be groping for words, and she wouldn't force an explanation out of him, or ask him to say things he thought were better said in private. It was one of the myriad times where she wished one of them was a telepath, so that words wouldn't be necessary. She settled for holding her hand out to him across the small table, and speaking herself. She switched to Italian- he seemed to understand it well, and she was not proficient enough in German to say what she needed to. "I need you to understand something for me."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 13, 2009 22:40:47 GMT -5
::Pietro took her hand across the table; she had switched to Italian, which would not work for him, but as she needed to speak, he would listen. In kind, he replied,:: "I will try."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 13, 2009 22:57:19 GMT -5
She took a breath, hoping her words wouldn't be misconstrued somehow. Her tone was still gentle, but it was also firm; she wasn't going to be seen as being indecisive when it came to things like this. "I love you. That's not going to change. And there is nothing that you could tell me, besides saying that you've fallen in love with someone else, that's going to end this relationship for me. I wish I had some way of proving that to you, but I don't. I know I stayed away for a while, and I wish I hadn't, because it didn't help either of us. But whatever you have to work through, I am here, and I'm not going anywhere." She squeezed his hand slightly. "Even when I was gone, you were still it for me. You always have been."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 13, 2009 23:07:16 GMT -5
::Pietro listened attentively to her explanation, which he appreciated. He knew now that she had not chosen another, which was reassuring, although it did not shed light on the rest of it. Though not everything in his world could be so easily understood. When she finished, he addressed one of her points,:: "I've nobody else in my heart."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 13, 2009 23:11:59 GMT -5
She gave him a genuine smile at that, although it was a little tight with emotion. "I'm glad for that."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 15, 2009 20:54:19 GMT -5
::Pietro had not said it simply to make her glad; he said it because it was the truth. He hoped she knew that. He continued,:: "I want to enjoy tonight."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 15, 2009 21:04:05 GMT -5
"So do I." She had no question about his affection for her, and wanted to enjoy tonight as much as he seemed to.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 15, 2009 21:10:46 GMT -5
::Pietro managed a thin smile and considered that settled. He reached for his menu again to make a choice for supper.::
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