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[demonspawn]

IT'S FACE-SUCKING SATURDAY

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[ex_engineers208]

Lil.

[ he's more shocked at the accusation being spoken aloud than anything else. his eyes widen, his shoulders retreat a little back. ]

Just 'cuz I don't... 'cuz I don't got the time or the energy t'fawn over you every day and night don't mean I'm unattracted t'you. Can't believe you're even sayin' this.

[glassbox]

I ain't askin' t'be fawned over twenty-four hours a day. [ her fierce stare is as accusing as her tone. ] D'you even remember the last time y'kissed me? Or held my hand?

[ex_engineers208]

[ it really feels as if he's on the losing side of this argument; he looks rather uncomfortable as a result. ]

I just don't see how it's that big a' a deal. Y'know I love you.

[glassbox]

How can y'say that t'me when y'don't even wanna touch me, Maddie?

[ex_engineers208]

[ he's only looking more and more defensive, jaw setting firm. ]

I know I don't need any gestures a' affection o-or favors or constant lovemakin' t'know y'still feel somethin' for me.

[ maybe a little accusingly himself: ]

Why do you?

[glassbox]

[ she doesn't know the answer. but the question, the accusing tone of it, makes her suddenly feel as though she's being too needy -- and that only makes her more irritated, makes her ask aggressively, without really thinking about it: ]

Are y'like this with Danger too?

[ex_engineers208]

[ it always arrives to him just feeling hurt. that's how he always feels, eventually. hurt. ]

The hell's Danger got t'do with you bein' like this?

[glassbox]

I just wanna know if y'treat her like y'treat me.

[ maybe just to be mean, because it's lil, and she's cruel when she's unhappy: ]

I'm tryin' t'figure out if it's somethin' wrong with me or if it's somethin' wrong with you.

[ex_engineers208]

[ stiffly: ]

I don't treat her like my wife, if that's what you're wonderin'.

[ but he falls into a hush after that, fearful, maybe, of stating the obvious again.

truth hurts. ]

[glassbox]

[ she exhales, and it comes out like a scoff. she pushes her fingers through her hair, letting her head hand a moment when she responds, resentfully: ]

Y'don't treat her like your wife. [ there's bite in her voice when she goes on: ] S'pose that's why she still loves you.