❝ one more time. try telling the truth. ❞ orphalice. :)
❝ the truth...? ❞ for a moment, maybe two, he opens his mouth to refute the question. to deny ever being anything less than honest. but the words won't come out, no matter how hard he tries. a sigh, eyes falling to hands folded. she always was exceptionally perceptive, wasn't she? aware of more than she ever let on, even when other things went entirely under her radar. he wonders, even now, if his record of noticed and unnoticed from their childhood is even wholly accurate.
❝ you'll need to be more specific, i'm afraid. ❞ there is, after all, so much, he's lied about. so many secrets he's hidden away, replaced with something prettier. more palatable. there's barely a single part of him, at this point, that sees the light of day and is honest, after all. half of which was only hidden out of necessity. ❝ which matter, exactly, are you asking me to be honest about, in this moment? ❞
