he wavers, tipping between regret of popping in like this to wanting to salvage all he can from their conversation. kori’s voice lacks the tone he used to hear when they were intimate, close, and shared affections for one another. what were pleasant times became demented, confusing. they tried to make it work but each time it almost seems like they take a step back instead of closer. dick means to separate himself with intent to not get too close; a huge part of him feels bad for doing so, but he knows, in the end, it always was for the best.
still. these feelings that he believed, or tried to convince himself, were gone. had they actually been buried deep down, instead?
“things could be better,” which is true. he could also complain as well, but a small smile on his face masks whatever stacked upon his shoulders. sometimes it’s best to leave out the details. there’s an awkward silence; he can’t bring himself to say most of what he yearns to speak since any remnant of the two as a couple had diminished long ago. “just.. stay careful, all right?” he’s been hearing about what happened with her, jay, and roy.
she finds it incredibly peculiar that she's still able to read him
after all these years. that despite shoving all mental evidence
of their past in the most obscure figurative box her mind could
construct, she was still capable of seeing past the smile etched
on his lips. a ruse. a metaphorical mask. again, her question is
laced with that r a r e hesitance.
❝ ––– – could be better . . . ? ❞
the faintest of smiles curves at the corners of her purple lips.
❝ you don't need to worry about me, richard. jason
and roy –– the three of us –– we take c a r e of eachother.
but . . . i do appreciate the sentiment. stay careful as well. ❞
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