[ it's easier to look at her hands, holding his, than at her face. he avoids her gaze, and it's true, it is difficult to discern whether what he's hearing is inspiring a positive or negative reaction, as he listens to her talk.
if it were anyone else, he wouldn't believe her. he wouldn't be able to believe her. he hates himself so much, he can't even begin to fathom how someone else could see him as something deserving of love.
but danger doesn't lie to him. danger has never lied to him, outside one broken promise.
he trusts her.
so, it's with some hesitation that he replies, slowly, and cautiously; ]
I... love you, too, Danger. [ it's difficult for him to say, but it's sincere. he follows up, quickly-- ] But that doesn't mean I'm any less angry at you. If anything, it just makes me madder.
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if it were anyone else, he wouldn't believe her. he wouldn't be able to believe her. he hates himself so much, he can't even begin to fathom how someone else could see him as something deserving of love.
but danger doesn't lie to him. danger has never lied to him, outside one broken promise.
he trusts her.
so, it's with some hesitation that he replies, slowly, and cautiously; ]
I... love you, too, Danger. [ it's difficult for him to say, but it's sincere. he follows up, quickly-- ] But that doesn't mean I'm any less angry at you. If anything, it just makes me madder.